While at Tybee Island with mom/dad several weeks ago, Bashful went on a fishing trip. You know that is one of dad’s favorite past times – to go fishing. So, I guess that kind of rubbed off on the little rock. He was so thrilled and was so full of confidence that he was going to get the ‘big one’ and it wasn’t going to get away… like it does in dad’s stories – snorts.
So, he got his fishing rod out and spent several hours watching his line for any kind of movement. He has the patience of a boulder – he waited and waited and waited.
And then TUG – the line moved.
Bashful jumped into action and started reeling in the line. He asked for some help from the regulars at the pier and a kindly gentleman came over to help him reel whatever Moby Dick he had on the line in. It was touch and go for a while. The line went out. The line went in. It was a monster!
Bashful stood his ground though and continued to pull in whatever was on the other end. Was it a shark? Was it Moby Dick himself? Was it the Loch Ness monster? Whatever it was, it was the longest twenty minutes of his life! Then they saw something jump in the water. OH WOW!
Man the net – man the pier – wipe the little rock’s forehead – the monster came out of the water.
It was touch and go for a while but finally the brought the big killer in – all in its glory. What a fish! It was amazing. And to think dad, Bashful has ‘proof’ of his big catch… where’s your proof? snorts.
And being the good little tyke he is, after the ever so kind fellow fisherman helped out, they kissed it and threw it back in the ocean to his family.
When Bashful was asked why he threw it back, he replied, “It wasn’t big enough.” aaww – that’s my rock!
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