"Wish You Were Here"
"WISH YOU WERE HERE"
“Hey you”, said a voice from the darkest corner of the parking lot. “There are some nice fish down at the light”, the voice continued. Jack Diamond and I walked over toward the voice hoping he would keep talking. The unknown caster mentioned he had been spooled by a good fish and was heading home to get his spare. “Is there anybody out there”, I asked. He replied that he hadn’t seen anyone and figured there was nobody home.
Jack and I hopped over the wall and scrambled toward the lighthouse. “Run like hell”, I told him as I almost tripped over another brick from the wall. One of these days I’m going to take a header tripping over that brick, I thought. We had to hurry as there was not much time left in the tide.
Our high hopes were now soaring. As we waded out to our rock perches I could see a few neck-lights about 100 yards down the coast toward Naps. It was just us and them on the rocks tonight.
I clipped on my new pink Floyd Roman Nike plug and let fly my first cast. This rare plug cost me lots of money. I didn’t want to lose it. I hooked up immediately and the cow began to take lots of line. “Don’t leave me now”, I uttered under my breath as she headed toward Fishers Island. Jack yelled that he was also onto a good bass.
We both landed our hook-ups some time later. I had a real nice fish around 50 but Jack’s had to go 60. “Shine on you crazy Diamond”, I said as I shook his hand. “This has to be the happiest day of our lives”, Jack said as we were now very content and feeling comfortably numb.
Sweet Dreams
DZ
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