This is Brian, and I use to think he was nice guy, but after today I am not so sure. I love to see my friends do well and I don't even mind when you catch more fish than me, but all the big ones too? That breaks the cardinal rule.
This gill was my first fish today, and look at his color, beautiful! I bet there will be another spawn coming up on this next full moon. Normally I'd give the location, but Brian showed me this spot and there is limited access there, so this time I'm going to take a pass on local.
We took a few small fish at first and then I moved over to the only other spot where there was room to cast. I threw a Gander Sunfish stick bait and hooked a little bass on the edge of the grass. As I was trying to pull him over the grass, he got smashed by the larger fish, which then tangled me up in the weeds. I finally got the larger fish free and then realized the little fish was still there. That was pretty cool, I have had cobia and sharks come after my catch before and watched a bass go after a hooked gill, but I can't say that I have actually ever landed the double before.
So I was off to a good start, but then Brian got started, and it was exciting to see fish that healthy in here, so I ran over to take a pic. He was smiling and it was definitely exciting, so I went back to the other opening and took another cast. There is some nice fish in here I thought, and sure enough, Brian is yelling over to me that he is on again. "Is it nice," I asked? "Yea, he's decent," he said. I had to ask because I'm not the kind of friend that will come over for a small fish.
Ok, back to my little spot and I'll try again, but wait, what's this, you're on again? Brian was using a Bitter's 10 inch Ribbon tail in June Bug, he woke up late, he was casting through the same opening, to the same 10 foot circle and it was bull's eye. He was on again. I've seen tournaments won on the kind of bag Brian pulled out today, and he made it look so easy. Maybe Marines are tougher than us common folk.
All kidding aside, I got to see a side of my new friend today that impressed me. It wasn't the fishing, or how may nice fish he caught (I have to admit, that part was actually wearing on my ego a little bit). No, it was when the homeless guy showed up. He was dirty, smelly and his left side was covered in cuts and bruises. Brian treated him like a human being and tried to talk him into seeking medical attention, especially for his eye. The man said he got jumped, but it looked more like he was hit by a car, and parts of his story changed, but we all still share the same parents. I am very thankful for where I am at, and that I no longer carry some of the burdens this man was clearly dealing with; I pray his story doesn't end that way.
As for Brian, you not only caught the most fish, but you also caught the biggest fish. Even so, I just want you to know that I learned a lot, had a great time, and I forgive you.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.