The morning was gorgeous – 60 degree temps, little wind, and some sunshine.  My spirits were high, and my hopes were even higher.  But I forgot one very important thing – I was fishing with Jeff.

Everyone knows that if you fish the same water with Jeff- river or stream included – that you will be lucky to catch one fish, while Jeff lands every fish in the lake, including the biggest one of the day.

It’s just the way it goes.  And this day would be no different.

After losing one decent pike at the boat, and then setting the hook on another, only to feel it shred the line and leave me with nothing to show for my efforts other than some frayed, lure-less line, I was a little irritated.  Not to be deterred though, we headed down to the other end of the lake; there’s a heck of a drop off on this end of the lake, and the bass tend to sit right on the edge of it.

And Jeff found one.

With his first cast.

And I was irritated – even though I landed the thing for him, because he forgot to bring a net.

Did I mention that I didn’t land a fish, and Jeff managed to land a 3-4lb, 18 1/2 inch bass?

Go figure.

And then he had the nerve to take the picture, and include me in it because I helped him land it.

Ahhh……isn’t that nice?  Brotherly love.

Jerk.

I did manage to win at something later, but landing the fish would’ve been much more enjoyable.

Oh well.

I guess all I’m really skilled at when it comes to fishing with Jeff is landing the fish, not catching them.  Lucky me!

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