I Just Wanted To Go Fishing!!!

Like Mable, all of my clients know that Memorial Day weekend is my favorite time of year. You see, Memorial Day is usually my birthday, and it is always the start of King Season, and all fishing in general, at least as far as I am concerned.  So at night as I lay in bed thinking about the days events, my thoughts would always wander to fishing and the weekend coming up.  What kind of cool stuff I would get for my birthday.  How many fish I would catch with my birthday presents....  (I always get camping and fishing stuff.  One year I got a fly rod from a fishing buddy we sometimes call Camp Dad.  That particular present caused tears of choked up joy to flow down my dirt and campfire crusted cheeks.)  The hopes that the kids would catch fish.  How big of a bonfire I would make - that sort of stuff.  I start thinking about these things along about February.  I think about them so hard that I end up tossing and turning all night long due to the raging fishing dreams that I have.  I have dreams that I can see huge fish rolling and I can’t get to them.  Or I have hooked one at least 80 pounds and every time I get it to the bank the line breaks.  Or I am chasing one down the river and I keep falling down.  ( I fall down alot when I am fishing, because I don’t pay much attention to the Trick Rocks and Secret Roots that are continually jumping up to catch the tips of my boots.  I have been named the Bumble Master because of this.)  I have  even flung myself right off the bed chasing a fish!  So I have been told by Big Daddy.  Some mornings I wake up more tired out than when I went to sleep!