After work fishing

4pm.
Overcast, damp, misting.
50 degrees and falling, fog descending and rising.
Fished s-l-o-w-l-y, finally one bass mouths and spits in sight.
Getting dark, bite, line moves, hookset.
Bass digs, deep bend in the rod.
Smiling tug in the wrist.
Land him.
Release.
Repeated on the next cast.
Three more casts, dark.
Walk to the car.
5 minutes.

Home.

Thankful...

Hey Guys, you know, we are pretty fortunate to do all of the following in one night:

I caught like 15 16"ers and 2 18" keepers tonight and was able to get back, fillet them, stuff them with crab, and eat a great meal. So, think about the less fortunate this holiday season!