It was the best of times and it was the worst of times...
My Penguinesque 8 mile waddle in the company of the Beach Ninja was both painful and enlightening...the pinched nerve in my hip slowed me down to a crawl but he stuck with me, true gentleman that he is (thanks Juro!)...and every now and then he would stop, sniff the air, cast, and promptly stretch his line thanks to an eager striped accomplice. I'd make a cast and come up smelling of skunk...Go figure!?
What a day! WHAT A SUMMER!
Let's go fishing!
When the Ninja walks the beach he leaves no tracks!