Someone Stole My Trout
I got back to the beach just in time to put on my waders and try for a trout. No bucket, no stringer, just me, my brand new rod that Brett built me, www.carolinacustomrods.com , a mirror lure and all light fading from the western sky. I was about to give up when I got a bite, nice keeper. Put him up on the beach and went back for more.
From waste deep in the surf, I saw a couple of a guys walk by my trout, pick it up and admire it, I didn't know that they kept on walking with it. Anna passed them as she was coming down the beach to beckon me out of the water. They didn't have a rod with 'em, but they did have a nice dinner.
Blown motor and a stolen trout.