It has been a few years since I have been able to participate in the traditional Thanksgiving morning fishing session with some good friends. This year, my schedule let me participate.
As usual, I was the first to arrive to a beautiful morning on the bay.
I even caught a few bass. I wasn't sure I would be able to remember how, it has been so long.
Soon, I saw some familiar vehicles arrive and went up to the parking lot to greet everybody.
Then the fun began. Getting re connected while working the shoreline, leapfrogging to fish the new water first, and even an occasional fish.
The fish count for one person along the shoreline would have made a great morning. With five guys working the shoreline, the counts were smaller, but everyone got some fish.
Even more important than the fish count was the chance to spend some time with some great people. The real Thanksgiving tradition.