IIDamn, it was cold this morning! Jim dug down deep into his bag for the flannel shirt he was now glad he remembered to bring. He laid his fishing pole down on the boat's bottom and donned the shirt. Eddie was of a heartier breed and the chilly morning air each time they went fishing never seemed to bother him. Eddie was changing lures because the topwater he was using wasn't working as well as he had hoped. “Better off using a spoon with a pork trailer” he said aloud to no one but himself, really, but Jimmy got the idea.
“Ain't you cold, buddy?” Jim asked, but Eddie didn't answer. He never answered the same question Jim asked each time they were out. His only response to Jimmy everytime was “faggot-a*s”, mocking him for not having the tolerance that he had to the frigid early Spring morn
