Gone Fishing, The Little White Lie

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Gone Fishing, The Little White Lie Gone Fishing, by the Chairman of the Board, is my all time favorite song, and also a term that had been used many times to describe my whereabouts. Since early childhood I have spent many hours enjoying the peace and serenity of “wettin’ a hook.” In the summer of 1976, while on vacation to the North Carolina coast, my brother-in-law, Marshall Arnette and I were fishing on the Iron Steamer Pier while our wives were sun bathing on the beach. Marshall looked at me and said, “Let’s go deep sea fishing tomorrow.” Although he was a veteran of a number of trips, I had never been deep sea fishing. My first thought was, oh boy, spending a day in the Atlantic Ocean, catching deep sea fish such as snapper, and grouper, but then I thought of the horror stories about seasickness. As a child, I had occasionally succumbed to motion sickness while riding in a car, but I had outgrown it. The next thing, I knew I heard the words come out of my lips, “Okay, let’s do it.” The next morning, I was awoken from a deep sleep by a loud buzzing noise. Through the darkness I turned my heavy-lidded eyes to the alarm clock. It read 4:30 a.m.; time to get up. On my way to the kitchen, I remembered reading somewhere that caffeine and greasy foods were alleged contributors to seasickness. I quickly prepared a bowl of oatmeal and washed it down with a bottle of water. I made sure Marshall was up before heading to the bathroom. I rinsed my face, brushed my teeth and wet down the cowlick on the back of my head. I quickly dressed, grabbed my hat and lightweight jacket, and I was ready for my first deep sea fishing trip. I wiped the morning dew off the windows as Marshall cranked the car. As soon as the car’s engine was warm, Marshall pulled out of the driveway, and we were on our way. At the stoplight in the center of Atlantic

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