We twisted the skiff into the cool morning mists and put it on plane towards Junkman’s Turn and the bridges. Charlie spun his Ranger the other way and headed up Beaver to see what he could find. Birds first, then, hopefully, bait underneath them. And stripers. They were out there somewhere.
Not knowing the protocol, I asked Troy when we should call Charlie in case we found fish. If we catch one?
No. Might be a stray. A single cruising. No need to call till we know more.
Two?
Probably not. Could just be a small fast moving pod. We don't want to bring him all the way here for nothing.
Three, then. Should we call if we catch three?
Hell no! If they’re bustin’, we ain’t wastin’ no time on the damn cell phone. We're fishin'!
Just so we're clear.
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Haha, so true.
Wise advice in my point of view.
Not sure about wise, Howard, but certainly realistic.
Haha those would be my thoughts, as well. Hell, I'd completely forget about contacting anyone until the fun stops.
Seems that we have a consensus, Justin. Thanks!
Having fished with Troy on several occasions I can confirm that his logic is sound. For example while discussing what we would do if we won the lottery he said his first stop would be to his dentist and that he would instruct him to remediate any current or future dental issues as where he would be fishing next there would not likely be a dentist for miles and miles and in fact maybe not in the entire country.
How can you argue with that.....???
There's absolutely no arguing that, Sandy. It's a perfect example of how Troy thinks. One of the fishiest dudes that I know. Thanks for sharing!
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