Bleh I thought, I do not really like wine,
hot wine at that, but it does contain alcohol.
“Yes, thanks.” I said and joined him and Sue
at the table.
“Want to try for a fish fry tonight?” I asked
holding up the line. They looked hesitant, so I added. “I don’t
mean to impose on your hospitality, but I saw a hammock over there
that would suit me for the night, if you want to try some night
fishing?”
Looking relived not to have a stranger
overnight in her house, Sue said that arrangement would be
fine.
“Grab your tackle box, Randy, and I will
start rigging a Trot line.” I said while sipping the wine, while
trying not to make a face.
“That stinking meat will be good for catfish,
but I will put a few hooks a bit shallower in case it appeals to a
bream or a bass, too.” I said whi
