They all finished
and we walked out, everyone clutching bags. On the way to the car I asked Mel
what kind of stuff he bought and he said, "Oh, just some hooks and line and
We all went home
after we got back to Sandy Neck and I didn't see anybody for the rest of the
day. I fixed up my rig with a single No. 7 flounder hook and what I thought
would be about the right weight sinker. I tied the line so I could put on
sinkers or take them off fast if I had to and I had an extra package of hooks.
If a fish swallowed the hook I was just going to unsnap it and put on another
and leave the hook in the fish. I thought that was a pretty smart idea and that
you couldn't beat a fisherman with fast hands and a brain.
After supper I
walked over to Bert's house to see what was going on. Bert was sitting in a
chair reading the paper and there were three handlines lying on the table all
neatly wound up. He looked up and saw me and laid the paper on top of the
rigged up?" I said.
set," he said.
some extra stuff if you need anything."
O.K.," he said.
I wandered over
toward the table and started to reach for the newspaper. Bert got up quick and
said, "Let's go over and see how Don's doing."
said. "Maybe he needs some help."
Don was sitting
in the kitchen with two Coleman lanterns going full blast. The light was so
bright you had to wait before you could see. Then we looked at what he was
doing. The top of the kitchen table was like the bottom of a maniac's tackle
box. Every fishing device known to man was on that table and they were all
tangled up. Don was sitting in the middle of it all with a martini in his