The appointment was made. Stan and I would meet at the dock shortly after daybreak when the tarpon would be most cooperative. We knew the big fish would be in a receptive mood if we got out early enough. Stan would get the gas and bait. I would meet him at the dock with the lunch.
It was a nice morning with a little chill in the air and I was glad that I had put on my jersey. When I got down to the dock, there was Stan standing by the boat with wet hair dripping and hanging over his face, his body soaking wet and shivering in the chill air.
"What happened" I asked . He shook his head as if in disbelief and spoke softly between tightly clamped lips. "I came down here at daybreak, put the boat at the dock and went over to the marina to get shrimp, a few hooks and some other things. When I got back to the dock, I saw the boat about 50 feet out in the water floating away on the tide with the rods and tackle boxes. I didn't know what the hell to do! I stood there a few seconds watching the boat and then took off my shoes and jumped in. I swam over to the boat, grabbed the bow line, towed it back, tied it to the dock and waited for you."
After hearing his tale of woe, I thought it best not to say anything. I just handed him a dry towel and my sweatshirt. We got into the boat and took off. No, we didn't catch a damn thing !!!
Moral... always remember to tie your boat to the dock.
It was a nice morning with a little chill in the air and I was glad that I had put on my jersey. When I got down to the dock, there was Stan standing by the boat with wet hair dripping and hanging over his face, his body soaking wet and shivering in the chill air.
"What happened" I asked . He shook his head as if in disbelief and spoke softly between tightly clamped lips. "I came down here at daybreak, put the boat at the dock and went over to the marina to get shrimp, a few hooks and some other things. When I got back to the dock, I saw the boat about 50 feet out in the water floating away on the tide with the rods and tackle boxes. I didn't know what the hell to do! I stood there a few seconds watching the boat and then took off my shoes and jumped in. I swam over to the boat, grabbed the bow line, towed it back, tied it to the dock and waited for you."
After hearing his tale of woe, I thought it best not to say anything. I just handed him a dry towel and my sweatshirt. We got into the boat and took off. No, we didn't catch a damn thing !!!
Moral... always remember to tie your boat to the dock.
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