Gage was just sitting on the front of the boat, with his feet hung over the bow, 2 pole fishing like any 13 year old would do. When the 2nd pole sitting to his right just bends over. I holler up at him… Hey Gage I think you have a bite, as I pointed to his other pole. He says oh shoot, this is where is gets kind of comical.
As he was swinging his feet back over he just about falls out of the boat, jumps up and grabs the pole and starts reeling. Then tells me it’s nothing, I’m just hung on the anchor line. About that time Big Ole Red starts peeling line. Oh shoot, Oh shoot, Oh shoot, I think I’m going to need the net. As Curt (my nephew) swings into action, grabs the net, and scoops up Big Ole Red in one swoop.
The boy’s eyes when Curt set Ole Red on the deck made everything worth while for that day of fishing, as it had been a lil slow.
