Gone Fishin.

Day 1 diary entry: It's a cold brisk morning.... I have my camp coffee, peanut butter and hotdogs (trout bait) and I'm headed down to the water front for some friendly fishing...

Day 2 Diary Entry: BRRRRR it sure is cold! But nothing like quiet morning, the sun and big blue. The fish are still not biting but there's always tonight at sunset.

Day 3 Diary Entry: " What the hell is wrong with these fish? Is there some kind of conspiracy going on here? Oh crap, is that my tackle box floating away?

Day 4 Diary Entry-Morning: Thanks to camper & master fisherman Fred, I scored a free lure and "fireballs" ( that's fishin' lingo for bait) ....HERE fishy fishy...

Day 4 Diary Entry Noon: Guess the old man didn't know what the hell he was doing.... where in sam hell are all the fish!?

Day 4 Diary Entry Dusk: Darn- my friends are going to be arriving from Princeton soon... I better pack it up. (I hope they like macaroni and cheese.....)

TWO HOURS LATER:

Diary Entry: Dear Diary-I don't get it ( sipping out of wine bottle, head shaking) How do two people just fly into DIA, get into a rental car and drive 3 hrs to a secluded campsite, ( that alone is a feat...but wait, there's more! ) Did I mention they drop a fishing pole within the the first 5 minutes and catch 2 giant trout?