You Missed It!

I got to feeling better today.  Went to the fishing store to get more grasshoppers and "dubbing" for mayflies.  When I got back, Bart was unloading his boat.  I saw him lower a heavy ice chest.  I got out of the car and he hollered, "You missed it!"

I thought, "This has to be scripted".

Then he hollered, "You missed it!  The worst day of fishing ever!"

I said, "Really?"  This can be a lead in for, "Yeah, horrible, we caught 800 fish!  It was horrible!"

But this time, I think Bart wanted me to feel better.  He said he spent $300 and nada.  He was out early this morning too... all the way until dark.

Now, you know, I wish he'd caught 800 fish.  That's what I'm hoping for his next trip, and Larry's trip and anybody's trip out there.

I'm done sulking... well maybe done... I might have just a wee bit more sulk left in me.