Charlie walked out of the water grinning ear to ear. This day was a good day…four especially good sized fish were swimming in the cooler, still alive. The cooler had once held beer that he was going to use to celebrate his first official trip out<em>’And a fine adventure that turned out to be…’</em>he thought as he trudged through the same towards camp. He’d spent the better part of the morning getting just those four fish. He had to wait for the fish to get comfy and swim by him before he even got a shot at one.<br/><br/>four fish, and an average of one attempt per hour, meaning he lost two fish, one because his fingers didn’t feel like squeezing. He had to admit, though he was hard on himself, that he’d manage to catch those damn fish by hand. He was definitely getting better. Back in camp, he’d called to anyone there “Anyone order seafood?” He asked with a slight chuckle.<br/>