I’m not a fisherman, but that does not mean I can’t go fishing. We left at two, the ride to Newport RI lasted about forty-five minutes, and we talked about the fish we would catch, and the ones we would throw back, and the ones we would lie about.
Turns out we didn’t have to lie at all. It was a good day, it takes a while to get the gear, the boat, the food and bait, hooks and all of that together, and to get underway. We fished near the Newport Bridge, in a spot “where the fish are.” It took a while, a couple of nibbles, a few throwbacks, and a lot of waves and eels, but patience persevered, and the Big One just couldn’t get away, not this day, and not from my brother.
Congratulations Bob, that’s a heck of a fish!