This past weekend was quite restful and enjoyable. Caught up with a good childhood friend and met her baby. Spent a lot of time getting re-acquainted with Folly Beach. Exercised. Enjoyed a delicious supper not cooked by me. Danced at a local band's concert. Tried City Church and liked it. Fished. Ate boiled peanuts and a yummy shrimp salad sandwich. Laughed hard with my parents. Just enjoyed Charleston...sometimes it feels like I live in paradise.
Funny story from Sunday:
I'm fishing with my dad, mom, and Beth (like another parent to me). The three of them fished for 13 hours on Saturday which included Beth breaking one of her rods. (Not a happy moment.) But troopers that they are, they went out again on Sunday and let me join in the fun. A fish took Beth's bait, she jumped up to grab the pole. One hand was occupied so she used the other to take the pole out of the holder. Oh snap! She didn't have a good grip and that fish took the rod and reel into the water.
Dad, being the stud that he is, hopped overboard (super shallow in this creek) to find it. I wish we had it on video. Mom's instructing him to grid the area for the pole. Beth is cussing like a sailor. Several minutes later, just before dad heads back to the boat, he found the rod! Low and behold if that fish still isn't on there! He brings it close to the boat for us to net...there were those few seconds of fear on dad's face when he couldn't tell what kind of fish it was and it headed straight for his man parts. Alas, he was spared. Not only did dad retrieve the rod and reel, but snagged a nice sized red fish to boot! It was pretty hilarious.
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