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Missy
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- Feb 17, 2011
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Talking to Dave about those good 'ole times when we could fish more than we worked (or cared for kids) and some things came to mind:
One of my favorites, was when we were fishing for striped bass off the coast of Pigeon Cove (near Rockport, MA) and while reading from a book I brought, I felt a huge smack on my forehead... I put my hand to my head and felt something stuck there. My forehead was bleeding. I looked up to see Dave, standing on one of the boulders, trying very hard not to laugh. "This isn't funny," he said right before he doubled-over laughing. His large striper fly was hooked into the middle of my forehead. He got the hook out and when I went to work the next day, my co-workers wanted to know if he had beat me.
One of Dave's favorites was when we were fishing the Westfield River in MA for the first time. He was wading and stepped into a huge hole that took him more than chest deep into the water. He couldn't get out of the hole and started to struggle down the river. I figured that I didn't have enough time to run for help (which he never lets me forget), so I tried to get our dog to go in after him. The dog was afraid of water so that didn't work. Not sure what to do, I started to take pictures. I figured that if he did make it, he might want to have it on film. About 10 minutes passed, when he finally caught a branch and...stood up. He was just over knee deep in the river at that point. If I find the pictures, I'll scan and attach.
One of my favorites, was when we were fishing for striped bass off the coast of Pigeon Cove (near Rockport, MA) and while reading from a book I brought, I felt a huge smack on my forehead... I put my hand to my head and felt something stuck there. My forehead was bleeding. I looked up to see Dave, standing on one of the boulders, trying very hard not to laugh. "This isn't funny," he said right before he doubled-over laughing. His large striper fly was hooked into the middle of my forehead. He got the hook out and when I went to work the next day, my co-workers wanted to know if he had beat me.
One of Dave's favorites was when we were fishing the Westfield River in MA for the first time. He was wading and stepped into a huge hole that took him more than chest deep into the water. He couldn't get out of the hole and started to struggle down the river. I figured that I didn't have enough time to run for help (which he never lets me forget), so I tried to get our dog to go in after him. The dog was afraid of water so that didn't work. Not sure what to do, I started to take pictures. I figured that if he did make it, he might want to have it on film. About 10 minutes passed, when he finally caught a branch and...stood up. He was just over knee deep in the river at that point. If I find the pictures, I'll scan and attach.