Gone Fishin

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port,
Aboard this tiny Ship.

The mate was a mighty sailin' man,
The Skipper brave and sure,
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
The Minnow would be lost.

This familiar theme song is quite an accurate account of the boy's fishing adventure (or should I say misadventure) this past weekend down in Charleston aboard their Uncle Jeff's boat. The men, of course, describe a perfectly pleasant sail on the ocean, with perhaps just one or two minor blips in the day. The boys, however, tell a tale that would be the second coming of the Titanic. Swirling seas, hurricanes looming, sharks everywhere, and almost capsizing multiple times, makes their version much more exciting. I think if Ryan could have found a way to shout out "ICEBURG, RIGHT AHEAD", that would have made his whole summer. I'm guessing that the truth lies somewhere in the middle, as the only element of the stories that were the same was that the day ended with having to be towed back to shore. Thanks, Uncle Jeff, for a great day to end the summer!