While tossing away my kids future college education on slip space for Striper season and next summer, I got the chance to meet "Admin" John. Now John didn't hesitate to shake my hand and say hello but when introduced to the future Mrs. BrothaBob he says "You don't want to shake my hands, they smell like fish" LOL....what up with that....I guess I have that look like I WANT to smell like fish while dressed in my Sunday best!!!!! I mean....who wants their Eagles jersey smelling up....but I guessed it helped......they did make a great comeback.
Well John went back to cutting up his measly catch of the day....A couple of stocky tuna's and a sword....and I got to drive home without fishing once this weekend.