After several months of denial and no fishing I finally admitted I have a fishing addiction

and needed treatment

I began my first day of recovery yesterday having the priviledge of fishing in King Fisher's boat along with our daughters. It was painful at first thinking about hooks, leaders, flashers, bait and other stuff. After a few stretches and lunch the recovery began. We trolled and trolled and trolled and trolled. We trolled from Willamette park to above Milwaukie and didn't touch a fish. It was depressing to watch the rods gracefully sitting in their holders, looking ready to fold and nothing

, zero, zip, nada. No fish, no runs and back into denial!
The nightmare was waking up in the middle of the night and thinking I had a baton!

After realizing it was a nightmare I remembered Fishalot still owns it but there is a long line of decendents hoping not to have to live under it's curse. *Whew* at lease it was a nightmare!