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Alone again, at last I thought to myself. What the heck, I started cleaning my mess up from dinner and wanted to get in some bass fishing before it got too dark. Everything all nice and clean, I walked over to my truck to get my tackle and rods and reels. With horror I looked into the empty bed of my truck. My neck snapped around to where I'd sat my tackle boxes, my eyes searching for what was not there!! I'D LEFT MY RODS AT HOME. NO, THIS COULDN'T BE! THEY HAVE TO BE HERE SOMEWHERE!! No, they don't -- because they weren't!!
I was mad, then sad and then mad again. I was calling myself some of the worse names a person could call themselves. I didn't know what to do. I just sat down on my log knowing this trip had come to an abrupt and terrible end. I looked up and started packing up my camp. If I had to go home, I might as well just stay there and start over again another time, another day. You know it seems to take a lot longer to break camp when you are mad than it does when you are not. Well, I finally got the area all cleaned up, my stuff packed up and back into the emikk mobile, and with a final dirty comment about myself to myself, I pulled out of my parking spot. The sun was just then going down, and with it last rays I saw what looked like my wife's car turning onto the dirt road. Yes, it was she, all smiling and shaking her head, laughing only the way she can laugh. I pulled the truck to a stop and she pulled up next to me. "Did you forget something", she asked, shaking her head as I got out of my truck. I kissed her through the open window overjoyed to see her. I asked her if she wanted to stick around as I got my poles from her car, but she knew what I needed. She kissed me softly and shook her head no; then slowly drove off waving back at me.
You see, my wife knows me, she loves me, and sometimes I think she even understands me. On that day she gave me what I needed, the fishing poles that I left behind and the peace and
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