I can't say today's results came as a surprise, 'cause both Wayne and I would be telling a boldface lie...and, of course, that's something no fisherman ever does...right?...wink, nod.
The gospel truth, however, is that we each boated a single fish. Wayne caught a bass, and I caught a catfish...in different locations and on different lures. So the sum total of our approximately five hours on the water this morning amounted to nada, except for our being able to say that, at least, we didn't sit home on this nice weather day.
There are no firm plans for another prefishing trip before next Saturday's scheduled tournament, but I suspect one or both of us very well may spend a few more hours later this coming week, trying to assemble some kind of a game plan for that event.
Incidentally, our plan to get off the water at 11 o'clock this morning worked to perfection. We no more than had recovered Wayne's boat than a line of cars showed up and started dumping in at the West Neck Ramp.
Meanwhile, the parking at the marina was...at best...a nightmare. For openers, there were at least a half dozen cars parked in the area where vehicles with trailers are supposed to park. There also were several vehicles parked in a manner that only could be described as anything but orderly. Equally important...at least as far as the ownership/management of the marina goes...is the fact that at least the two fellas who came onto the premises as we were launching this morning simply sailed by the store without paying their launch fee. And I have a strong hunch that many more after them probably did likewise, since there was absolutely no one in charge onsite this morning.
All I can say is: "So much for the honor system!" That only works for some people.
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