Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Plan B

One day many years ago, I was out on an early morning golfing venture with several of my buddies from the state prison(we were staff). It had rained heavily the night before, and I noticed
that there were night crawlers all over the place, especially on the greens. I wasn't playing very
well, so I began to pick up the worms and put them in my golf bag. The higher my score on a hole,
the more worms I picked up. At the end of the first 9 holes, my score was atrocious, but I had accumulated several dozen worms. So I announced to my buddies that I was packing it in, and
going fishing. I always kept my fishing tackle in the trunk of my vehicle. The course we were playing, Valley Forge, was only a short distance from one of my favorite fishing spots on the Schuylkill river. As I recall, the fishing wasn't very productive either, but it was more relaxing.
I guess that is why I gave up golf 10 years ago, but continue to fish.