Klynt Has Been Replaced!

Since our third person abandoned us for China we accepted applications to fill the void. With the opportunity to spend time with big t and Jesse, applications came in by the thousands. A team of secretaries was employed to scour the endless applications. All of their hard work finally paid off and produced the name of one suitable candidate. He is known only as Spencer. On our first trip together in the Blue Fin as the "new trio," we quickly discovered that our newest member was oddly similar to our former third. We (Jesse and I) found we still were in charge of maneuvering the boat, while the third member fished. The only difference is now we have a motor instead of wooden ores. We found ourselves in constant motion in responding to the thirds request to find "a better spot." We also found that we were constantly untangling the thirds fishing line. Spencer however, seems to be a little more patient in the process. We also found we were still in charge of bringing food on fishing trips, with chocolate milk being the favorite. After the inaugural trip as the "new trio" was over once more I was brought back to thoughts of our former third as Spencer constantly told stories of catching the biggest fish to anyone who would lend an ear.

Another Observation:
As we were fishing Jesse and I examined the tackle box of our former third member of the trio. What we noticed was what seemed to be an overabundance of tackle. So much so that the box was difficult to close. Upon further investigation of the box we discovered that a majority of the tackle in his box was eerily similar to tackle purchased by us a few years back. The suspicion that our former trio member was in fact a thief was quickly confirmed when our own tackle boxes were examined and found to be empty. In asking our new trio member Spencer how we should handle this brand new information his response was simple and straight to the point. Mommy says that i need to share. What a profound idea from such a new member of the trio. So that is exactly what we did. We took one over stuffed tackle box and created three "equally shared" boxes of tackle.

Old Memories Good Times.......

Jesse and I went fishing.....I know what some of you are thinking. How does big t have time to fish when his blog sits idle. Well let me share something with you all before you warm up the flogger. Have you ever done something so much and were so good at it that it grew old? I think that is what happened to me. I was the King of the blogger world. I created insightful post after insightful post. I filled so many with pleasure they could have not gotten anywhere else. I believe that my blog may have even cured some of sickness.....As I began to reflect upon my blogging experiences and the life changing words that i imparted on many i grew weary. I felt this enormous pressure to always do better. To create something every time that would be life altering. Instead of continuing to one up myself i just quit. I let those who had begun to rely on my posts for humor, inspiration and whatever else they got out of my blog find themselves. I have given many the opportunity to look at their own blogs and determine purpose. Did many realize that big t was the driving force behind their blogging or did their blog exist without the support of big t.

.........back to the fishing. It was awesome to be out on the lake in the middle of the night listening to the sound of a jitterbug bubbling across the glass surface of the lake. Jesse did catch the biggest fish...21 inch large mouth....about 5 lbs........We missed the third member of our fishing crew. He now reside in china. I am not even sure there are places to fish in China. We did however have a piece of him in the boat. We (Jesse and I) are cheap. We won't buy our own tackle. So when Klynt left we made him leave his tackle box with us. Oh...i guess he left his boat tooooooooo. That reminds me Klynt if you can get cheap tackle in China you may want to do so. If you remember fishing with me is like gambling. You may never see the lure that is attached to the end of my line again. Needless to say Klynt's tackle box was a little lighter to carry off the boat.

We may be trying our luck again tomorrow morning.