Good to be a fisherman
Sunday evening, after a long day of fishing, I was driving home about 9:30. I sped around a corner and there was the law. I just pulled over at the first turnout because I knew he had me. After telling me I was going 75 in a 55 he asked for my registration and insurance and went back to check it via radio. He finally comes back and asks to see my fishing license. A bit unusual, but the half tote and large Igloo caught his attention. When he asked for my fish license he says it smells like you caught some ( love that tuna smell ). I explained that I had been tuna fishing. He was intrigued and we discussed it a bit. He looked at my salmon tag and said it looks like you had an good year. He then proceeded to tear up the ticket and gave me a warning. I was thankful and told him so. Made my day and I know it was just a good connection with a fellow fishing fool. Who knows, maybe he'll get the tuna bug.
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