I've always been an outcast it seems. Right out of the womb the doctor spanked my bottom and it's never stopped. Every time I go fishing there is almost no one on the water, and I have to fish alone . Then yesterday I drive to Nashville in a freezing rain to Logans to meet and greet some folks; they heard I was coming and no one showed up. I had to struggle through a coastal carolina shrimp plate and a double scotch on the rocks alone. Oh woe is me. I get up at 3 am this morning and am on the boat ramp at 0530 ,34 degrees, freezing rain and no one to greet me but a grouchy old great blue heron. Can't figure out why it's so bad, I don't pick my nose and break wind in public near as much as I used to.
