Another Story
Well, yesterday started out pretty good. DW and I went and picked up our friend and took him to the Army Corps of Engineers in Galveston to do some Flounder fishing. It's a great place to fish for Flounder this time of year - with an exception.
We needed to stop for some bait, and found out that the little darlings that are so good to eat were hitting the gummy strawberry lures with the white tail. Of course, they were out. Went on down 61st St. looking for another bait camp, but alas, Ike made sure that any future bait camps will be newly built.
Continuing down and on to Seawall Blvd it dawned on me that there was an Academy (sports store) on the Seawall. Yep! They were "Now Open," but not until 9 O'clock. Hey, only 12 minutes - so took a little ride. To make this part short - we got our lures and headed to the fishing spot, and re-register our friend for entrance. Controlled entrance for COE and retired military and guests.
Okay! Got set up, put bait on, dropped line, and I started walking the periphery of the cement pier walls, now abandonded.
Let me jump ahead first. We caught fish. A couple of Flounder over the minimum 14" size limit, a lot of Sand Trout, and I caught a few Hard Heads. I did catch the most fish, but as I told DW, who was constantly fixing her glasses in a manner indicating a gesture, that "I" was holding my mouth right! We did have fun.
Did I mention "exception?"
As I was walking the periphery, I got my lure hung up. So I'm standing there, pulling and tugging and everything else that can be done, to no avail. Okay! Time to break it loose. Pull, pull, pull, step back, slip, fall into eroded land mass hole, fall down on coral, gravel, asphalt, cut hands (that's plural), elbow, and land on right thigh and right arm.
Well, as you can see from the beginning of the other parts of the story I caught the most fish and had a good day.
But I'm getting to old for this type of crud!
Did I mention somewhere else that if it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all?
..it happens!
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