Fishing Trip
My son Pete asked about the Florida weather
the week of his birthday.
Low sixties in the morning, upper seventies to
low eighties in the afternoon is what I had to say.
“That doesn’t sound too bad, so I will be in Ft. Meyers
Saturday, we can stay on Pine Island”.
That sounded ok and everything was fine,
until Mother Nature showed her hand.
Monday morning when we went out on the water
It was forty-eight degrees the wind was 20 knots.
The waves were high and the water rough and
came over the bow as we neared the fishing spots.
The fish were smarter than the fisherman,
It was the third day when the fish began eating.
They had stayed in the water where it was warm.
While between the cold and waves we took a beating.
The fishing took off after the weather warmed up.
I enjoyed watching Pete catch many snook.
I caught a few fish, but since I was an excellent
fisherman, the fish feared my hook.
By D. Jack Robinson 11-07-08
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