15C Overcast.
Went to Juan de Fuca yesterday and took in the "Pacific  Tattoo" It was a great performance lasting 4 hours.
The Chinese girls marching group from Seattle stole the show.
Didn't bowl yesterday - now that's a change!

Did some on rthe story last evening so have more for today.

he may have another run left.” 

Bob struggled to his feet his face flushed from the embarrassment of being caught staring. He started to move back then decided that he was probably in as good a spot as any to help, he waited as Alicia slowly backed towards him, he stared fixedly at the spot where the line entered the water.

Alicia drew abreast of Bob and slowly continued backing towards the shore, she swung the rod tip so that the line came very close to Bob’s legs.

“Okay, I think I see him, it’s a big ling,” Bob said. “Stop when I say and I’ll get a hand into his gill.”

A few seconds later , “Okay stop but keep the line tight.”

The fish was right at Bobs feet, lying partly on its side. He bent down and slowly put one hand below the water but the moment he touched the fish it gave another twisting lunge to one side.

Alicia raised the rod tip higher and kept tension on the line.

The fish fought for a few seconds but got feebler with each twist then suddenly gave up and rolled completely onto one side.

Bob quickly slipped his hand inside the gill cover and as quickly lifted the fish out of the water and turned towards shore. He walked out onto the beach and carefully disengaged his hand from the gills, then picked up a stick of drift wood and clubbed the ling cod across the head.

“Bet it runs about twenty pounds, nice work Alicia.”

When she didn’t respond Bob looked up to see her staring fixedly down the beach, “What’s wrong, what do you see?” He asked.

“Nothing, just go get your pants on,” was the reply.

“What?” He started and then looking down realized that his wet shorts were no more less revealing than her wet underwear was.

He hobbled over to his pants and while he pulled his jeans on Alicia redressed herself.

Neither said any thing until they were fully dressed, then Bob said, “Here, I’ll gut this thing out, no, I’ll filet it and we can leave everything here for the crabs.”

Alicia, now composed walked over and looked at her catch, “I think it’s big enough to do the cheeks as well.”

Bob looked down at the head, “You’re right, we can have them as a snack when we get up to the cabin.”

Alicia wound the line all in, and put the rod back in its hiding place while Bob filleted the fish.

A few minutes later they were on their way back up the trail. Bob using the crutch.

They had just left the beach when Alicia said, “Wait, I forgot something, you go ahead I’ll catch up.”

She turned without waiting for an answer and ran back to the beach.

She hurried along the waters edge for a few feet then finding what she was looking for, she started picking up one type of seaweed that had been left at the tide line she carried the it all after making the front of her shirt into a sack. She then turned and hurried back. She caught up with Bob just a few yards from the cabin’s clearing.