You couldn't have knocked the grin from Troy's face with a two-by-four.
So we skipped along the NC IC, trolled the creeks, poled the skinny water, and got out and pushed when in less than six inches. We put the first oyster bed scrapes on the bottom, nudged a dock or two, and talked about where to stage the stickpin, place a fly patch, fashion an icebox.
And, yes, we tossed a few flies and chased a few reds, but that wasn't particularly important. This weekend was all about the boat. It was all about the bonding.
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Thanks for going with me, you'er good company. And that was a nice way of saying we got skunked!
Now that could have stayed between you, I, and the boat, Troy. And thanks for the invitation. I had a mighty fine time, as always.
"You couldn't have knocked the grin from Troy's face with a two-by-four."
Journalistic integrity requires me to ask if you ever actually tried.
Since when did "journalistic integrity" factor into anything that you do, Tom?
But to answer the question, no. I did send a clouser or two pretty close, however.
I'm glad you got a chance to go out with Troy. He's good people and one of the best fishermen I have ever met.
I've been fishin' with Troy for years, Kevin, and your assessment is spot on.
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