Fishing isn't a hobby I heard recently, it's a part of a person--who they are---this comment from the Florida sportsman radio show on a.m 930 Jacksonville Florida-last sat.

I'm going to attempt to write about a typical fishing trip for those of you who have never been--a possible look into what you are missing.

The Fishing Trip

I was so excited,it was hard to sleep.
This condition occurred before each trip.
It was an adventure,a challenge a treat for the eyes.
A quest on the water as old as time.
The alarm clock rang and I sprang from my bed.
I hooked up the boat and loaded the rods.
I stowed the tackle boxes and net and a bunch of moon pies.
I got the vienna sausage and little oatmeal cakes--
It was a deal dad and I made--I load the boat and he made the hot cakes for breakfast and the sandwiches for the day.
The margerine melted and the Kero syrup poured thick.
I woofed down the hotcakes and had a cold glass of O.J
All was in readiness as we climbed in the car---the house lights were out the door shut tight.
We eased out of the driveway onto the road.
The big bass were waiting and we would oblige them.
Dad was the best and we would compete,maybe today I could beat him,I had a chance if the stars were aligned and frogs had wings.
He was getting old-had arthritis in his hands,maybe his touch was off-even with all his infermaties he was still a hell of a man.
We had it down to a science,fishin the Winter Park chain.
In 11 minutes we would be there-and I'de back the boat down-undo the strap and dad would climb in--I'de ease into the water at the Dinky Dock ramp-dad hit the ignition and reverse in a snap and the sling shot bass boat slid onto the black satin plain.
The boat rocked slightly as I pulled out the trailer water cascaded off like an afternoon shower.
I deposited the trailer in the designated spot and headed for the shore-dad was waiting for me-the motor at neutral I took the back swivel chair.
He put her in reverse and backed us out-the first signs of daylight peaked above the horizon,we headed for the canal toward lake Osceola.

more tomorrow Codger