Yesterday’s fishing was hijacked by locksmithery and I thought I’d make up for that this morning. First things first, put a couple of rods in the bed of the rig and stop by Walmart to pick up a lure and some worms.
Simple, and so it was until I returned to the truck from the store, looked in the bed and lo and behold, no rods. Some goon had ripped them off, so I drove ’round the car park looking for rod thieves but they were long gone.
|Some Thieves Ripping Off a Crop|
Maybe it was some crew of freaks, chancing it on their way back to Austin, trying their luck down the I35 corridor. I don’t know, it’s possible, but one thing is certain.
It takes a special kind of wickedness to steal someone’s fishing rods.