And back to fish, and the unsung

In the words of Rod "The Rooster", "Every Picture Tells a Story, Don't It?" Well there are no small faces here as the boys from the northwest had a good day on tuna and dorado. They also took wahoo, marlin, and sailfish on their trip, and left for home with a stack of ice chests that reminded me of taking a band out on the road for 2 months. The week was like that, not 100 fish/day, but really nice quality fish that fill up an ice chest in some cases single handedly. Or is it that with big fish there just isn't enough time for more fish? Hmmm? At any rate I won't describe what you can see for yourself. What I will elaborate on is the group of men, and the occasional crazy lady, that volunteer to put together groups of their friends, family, acquaintances, neighbors, and in laws to come down here to fish. You crazy bastards know who you are, and WE LOVE YOU. I know how much work that can be with all the questions, expectations, and folks that don't need to listen 'cuz they already know everything, and that's just your friends! Airlines, transportation to the airport, luggage, etc. add layers of potential risk to the plan, and yet year after year you step up gladly to the task. Earl, Larry, John, Jake, Red, and the rest of you, THANKS. I know that some of your group members do recognize the effort that you make, and mention it in passing, but lots of times they get lost in the good time that you made happen for them, and forget to acknowledge that your efforts were what got them off of their nalgas and down here to demonstrate their fishing prowess. To all of you, I just want you to know that we understand, and appreciate it. Remember, No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. David