I am writing my short fishing story...finally!

I know, I have been saying I will write a fishing story ever since a porta potty incident a few times ago. Well, I finally started today! Here is an excerpt for your reading enjoyment. Ha! Here goes:
The day had started out well enough. The sun beat down on the lake shore where my three friends and I sat fishing. A rivulet of sweat ran down from my hairline, marking a trail through my hastily applied sunscreen.There had been nary a nibble on my fishing pole these past six hours. We had killed the time by making fun of our fellow fisherwoman, Ginger. She was our bait bitch. You see, I am too much of a diva to bait my own hook. Err, rather, I can never do it right and the bait flies off whenever I cast, no matter how much magic string I use to keep the bait in place. Ginger, though, she knows how to do it right. It seems that every time she is busy baiting our hooks, a jingle emanates from the bell on one of her two poles, indicating she has a bite. Each time this happens, we yell, “Gin! Gin! You have a bite!” She pissedly shakes her head and ignores her pole, knowing it will be too late by the time she gets there, unless the poor unlucky bastard has hooked itself (which did happen to me once!).

Today is the Day!

Today is fishing day, boys and girls! So excited! Hopefully I will have fishing adventures to write all about! If nothing else, I promised my friends I would write the "Porta Potty Predator" story of a few trips ago! I know you cannot wait to hear all about that one!

Wish me luck!