HA! Don't I know it! Used to live on Lake Wylie in S.C.. Would come home after a week on the road, get up at 5 a.m. on Saturday morning, grab my rod, a folding chair, transistor radio w/headphones and head for the dock. I'd drift in and out of sleep during those quiet cool mornings as the eagles fished the lake. Relaxation was the ONLY reason for the adventure. Work was over. Momma and the kids wouldn't get up at 5. Nor would they make demands on me when I had a rod in my hands. It was like the "holy grail"... LOL.
One morning in the early spring, I had drifted off while tuned into an easy listening music channel, when a big burly game warden tapped me on the shoulder. As I pulled the ear plugs, I heard him ask for my fishing license. While fumbling from a dead sleep to my wallet, he asked if I was getting any bites. "No Sir", I said. "What are you using for bait?", he asked. "Nothing" was the reply. I reeled in the line which sported a small lead weight and a cork, sans the hook. After viewing my license and not finding any bait, hooks or lures in my possession, it got right funny to him. For the rest of the spring, summer and fall, he'd smile and wave as he passed the dock. He understood!
