Doug

Thanks Dragon! I'll get working on my list right away. You all posted great stories and I hope you are ready to do er' gin'! lol.

Dragon

Okay, you guys have blown me away with your stories. I so enjoyed reading them. I'm not going to go into particulars of each story because I so liked them all. I hope I get to keep reading more from all of you in the next one.
In the end I going to pass the torch to Doug for 'Bait'. It got under my skin and had me thinking of Ed Gein and Robert Picton. Great story monster man, can't wait to see your word list.

mrozowski

Great story, mouse. Nice tribute to Dad at the end.

giraffe

Very smooth and comfortable - like sailing.

mouse

He is a second entry-- 285 words not including title

DAD

It is a perfect day for fishing .Clear blue sky overhead, a slight cool breeze to make the 80 degree bearable.

I remember so many days like this, when dad and I went fishing in his old beat up row boat. To me, a kid with a vivid imagination, his boat was a huge fishing ship sailing the oceans in pursuit of giant tuna or maybe even a shark. Some times I envisioned sailing to the Gulf of Mexico .I was usually up at the crack of dawn in anticipation of our adventure.


The first thing dad taught me was the proper way to put away my pole and lures. The tackle box he got me for Christmas had individual sections in which to keep my lures. He said it was important to do it right so that next time we went fishing everything was ready. He had this great big old net that he patched endless times. It was used to pull in the minnows, from the shallows, that we used for bait

Mom would pack us a lunch of cold fried chicken, potato chips, some home made biscuits and a few bottles of coca cola. Sometime around noon we would row to shore and enjoy our feast.

Today I am the owner of a huge fleet of deep sea fishing trawlers and I sail the seas in search of the big fish. I owe it all to dad. His love of fishing and the water rubbed off on me. My own son enjoys fishing. We often go out in the gulf in dads old boat.

As they lowered the casket in the ground, I placed his big old mended net on top. Goodbye dad, happy fishing.