There is a section in the Atlanta Journal and Constitution called Vent. Its where people write in to express their frustrations about any and every occurrence in everyday life.
Right now I feel like writing to them. Between XML and HTML editors that wont work right and the closing article deadline, I have an extreme need to VENT!
I was attempting to post an article about first aid and safety. Somehow, technology has gotten the best of me, so I will simply link to it from here.
The article is titled Dont Forget Your First Aid Kit and Course, and its by Wayne Spivak, a regular contributor from the Coast Guard Auxiliary Public Affairs Office.
It really is quite timely, with summer here and boaters headed out on the water. Everyone needs to carry a first aid kit on the boat.
I could relate personal several stories and I may do that over the summer about the need for first aid kits. But for now, suffice it to link to Waynes article.
For ventings sake, Ill tell you flat out I got skunked yesterday. The bait shop was out of live shrimp; the wind blew 20 to 25 knots; and, the trolling motor wiring went bad. It was not a pretty picture.
Im supposed to know what Im doing right? I have the boat; I have the tackle. I should be catching fish. But not this day.
The problem I had with technical issues today was one thing. What was more frustrating to me personally was the small aluminum boat sitting at the ramp when I was coming out of the water.
Two teenage boys sitting in the boat asked what I had caught (actually I did manage one flounder and some short seatrout). Grinning ear to ear, they proceeded to pull out eleven count em, eleven - nice flounder.
More than envious, I bartered for a couple of their flounder so the wife and I could have fresh fish. I certainly hope this is the end of a series of very frustrating events. The bright side is, I made some friends with the boys and their parents. Maybe THEY can put me on some fish this summer!