Bob a friend of mine at work sometimes talk about our weekend fishing trips during lunch as we both have places on the same lake. A bunch of the boys alway eat at the same table in the cafeteria. One day another buddy Rob, a occasional fisherman, ask if he could join us so we agreed to take him up to the lake that weekend. The story goes like this.
Bob and I driving the big red truck, picked up the eager yet awkward young Robby about 6:00pm. Robby was just about ready, he had his bag packed his fishing rod and tackle box sat by the door in anticipation of the weekend ahead.
It was a lovely ride up to the lake, we took the back roads to enjoy the scenery. Young Robby fidgeted in the back seat as young boys do, but all in all it was an enjoyable time for all.
It was a perfect night for fishing, Bob, myself and young Robby had been looking forward to a productive weekend of walleye fishing all week. The boat was launched the cooler packed and the three of us set off to our favorite spot. We baited our hooks set our lines and settled in for a pleasant evening of fishing.
We were fishing for an hour and a half, I recall this because Robby had snagged his line 6 times. (A pattern that would continued all that evening and the following day). Bob and I were tempted to cuff him on the back of the head but we restrained ourselves and patiently offered instructions and guidance on the proper techniques of trolling.
Then, an awkward silence overcame the boat. Robby walked from the front of the boat to the back and peered anxiously in to dark vastness of the lake. He didn?t make a sound, his head lowered, shoulders hunched, Robby stood there motionless staring into the lake.
Rob knew that the silence had to be broken but he couldn?t bring himself to admit what he had done. He continued to stare into the water hoping that he would be relieved from the terrible feelings of humiliation that he now felt. Oh please please please he said to himself, when Bob said ? What?s up Robby?..
He had been discovered there was no way out. Robby mustered up all his courage and said in a faint voice. ?My fishing rod fell into the water and I can?t see it?! Bob and I held back our laughter. Bob said. ?Gee that?s too bad Robby?. ?That?s the funny thing about fishing rods they don?t float so well with a reel and lead sinker on em?. ?Hope that wasn?t your favorite rod Rob? I added. "It was my only fishing rod" Robby muttered.
For the rest of that evening and all the following day Robby pleaded with us please, please don?t tell anyone at work what happened.... No problem Robby we said, your secrets safe with us.
Bob and I driving the big red truck, picked up the eager yet awkward young Robby about 6:00pm. Robby was just about ready, he had his bag packed his fishing rod and tackle box sat by the door in anticipation of the weekend ahead.
It was a lovely ride up to the lake, we took the back roads to enjoy the scenery. Young Robby fidgeted in the back seat as young boys do, but all in all it was an enjoyable time for all.
It was a perfect night for fishing, Bob, myself and young Robby had been looking forward to a productive weekend of walleye fishing all week. The boat was launched the cooler packed and the three of us set off to our favorite spot. We baited our hooks set our lines and settled in for a pleasant evening of fishing.
We were fishing for an hour and a half, I recall this because Robby had snagged his line 6 times. (A pattern that would continued all that evening and the following day). Bob and I were tempted to cuff him on the back of the head but we restrained ourselves and patiently offered instructions and guidance on the proper techniques of trolling.
Then, an awkward silence overcame the boat. Robby walked from the front of the boat to the back and peered anxiously in to dark vastness of the lake. He didn?t make a sound, his head lowered, shoulders hunched, Robby stood there motionless staring into the lake.
Rob knew that the silence had to be broken but he couldn?t bring himself to admit what he had done. He continued to stare into the water hoping that he would be relieved from the terrible feelings of humiliation that he now felt. Oh please please please he said to himself, when Bob said ? What?s up Robby?..
He had been discovered there was no way out. Robby mustered up all his courage and said in a faint voice. ?My fishing rod fell into the water and I can?t see it?! Bob and I held back our laughter. Bob said. ?Gee that?s too bad Robby?. ?That?s the funny thing about fishing rods they don?t float so well with a reel and lead sinker on em?. ?Hope that wasn?t your favorite rod Rob? I added. "It was my only fishing rod" Robby muttered.
For the rest of that evening and all the following day Robby pleaded with us please, please don?t tell anyone at work what happened.... No problem Robby we said, your secrets safe with us.
