After suffering from a bad case of cabin fever, I left for the coast today. Things went well till I reached Kinston. I had to use the rest room so as usual my Jeep slides uncontrollably into The Neuse Sports parking lot and stopped right up front in a handicap space. Right at the entrance there is a HUGE display of Shimano products. I've always heard strange voices talking to me in this place, but I swear I see them on TV screens now. I've heard another member rave about the Shimano butterfly rig. There was a whole shelf section dedicated to these rigs with a strange fellow on TV talking to me about them. When I looked the price of those things, I nearly knocked over a barrel full of rods. So much for the rest room,
I needed to find a Laundromat.
GEEZE! That's more than I paid for my first outboard motor.
This fishing sure is getting unreal--Think I might quit fishing and start strangling monkeys for sport.
