I started fishing the Longboat pass jetties 40 years ago as a teenager. Off <br />and on for the past 40 years I have traversed those slippery rocks with the <br />sure footed ness of a mountain goat. Last night we were visiting relatives in <br />Bradenton and I took my son and daughter in law to the jetties for some snook <br />fishing. They had gone to the truck and I stayed out for a last cast or two. <br />Then my daughter in law asked my son "Where is your dad?". I had disappeared <br />from the end of the jetties. They took off running and got there just in <br />time to find me struggling in the current trying to climb back onto those <br />slippery rocks. I am so embarrassed. I guess old age has caught up to me.