Troy arrived late last night to fill out the crew and today we borrowed Tony’s boat to fish reds. Troy claims he slipped while trying to walk up the bank after he hooked his last fish but his brother says it was a rookie move that resulted in Troy falling backwards into the river and letting go of his (dad’s) rod in the process. Then, realizing the grossness of his error, he leaped after the rod, landing on his face in the river. Alas, he missed it, so it was up to his older brother to grab the rod as it went by.
Of course the older and, self proclaimed, much wiser brother realized that since he had already caught his limit, he’d better give the rod back to Troy and get the net. Between the two of them, they brought the fish in.
Unfortunately, I was upstream and missed it. When I was walking back down the woman fishing just upstream from them said, “Those two are like two bear cubs.”
I responded, “Yes, they are usually quite entertaining.”
Fortunately, their father saw most of it so I was able to piece together the true story after hearing the boy’s ridiculous versions.
What the picture can’t show is just how wet and cold Troy is.
Later, they shared their adventure with their more gullible friends. I'd like to hear the different versions.
Tomorrow we are off to track the elusive halibut. Then we hope to get one more day of reds in before the boys have to go back to work. I think big Rog and I have the day off.
Stay cool!
