After Team Jo-Jo’s Fishing Curriculum Session on Saturday, where we heard all sorts of fish-catching stories and tips on places to fish and techniques to use, I was tempted to go on a trip Sunday. However, as I went to each crew member looking for a first mate, none were willing to brave the predicted weather conditions.
Later on Saturday evening, Big Ronnie called to say he had changed his mind about Sunday's trip and had a rain suit ready for me. It seemed he was now willing to join me on Sunday. I told him I'd call back after checking the weather to see if it was a go.
Later that evening, I called Big Ronnie back and told him that my gut feeling was that the trip didn't feel right, and we agreed to hold off and live to fish another day.
As I lay in bed listening to the thunder, I felt reassured that I had made the right decision not to go on the trip Sunday.
Early Sunday morning, I was looking through my phone and realized I had missed a text from grandsonofthepack, Big William, aka Oneofthepck2, sent at 10:20 PM on Saturday, saying "WH" for Waffle House.
I immediately texted back confirming WH, and he replied with a yes. I told him I would pick him up at 9:30 AM on Sunday, and he agreed.
As I drove to pick up the crew for Waffle House, I started to rethink my "trip don’t feel right" gut feeling. After all, the seven criteria for catching fish were looking really good:
Wind at your back: No wind.
Moving water: Right at the change of tide, water was moving.
Water clarity: Looked to be 4 plus.
Holding fish: Lake P trestles.
Patience: None needed.
Skill: Lake P Troll.
Luck: Time and opportunity.
We made our way to Waffle House, sat down, and placed our order. It was crowded, and as things got going, I started to think I had made the wrong decision about not going fishing on this Sunday.
Just as we got our food, Mother Nature made it clear that sometimes we make good decisions. She did this with an exclamation point when lightning struck right outside Waffle House with enough force to rattle windows and shake the building. Customers were screaming, servers looked frightened, items fell from the ceiling, and all I could yell was "incoming!" After all that, the skies opened up, and a monsoon-like rain followed.
I finished my breakfast knowing that my gut feeling about not going fishing on Sunday was right after all.
Good Fishing
Team Jo-Jo & Oneofthepack
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