The wait is over.









For 3 weeks Don has waited for a bite on the end of the line, a bite that would be worthy of all the time on the pier. I rode up on Saturday afternoon and within minutes we heard the bells, all eyes searching for whose pole it was, then everyone running over to help him. This wasn't any fish, this was a big one, bending the pole over and using all his strength to pull it in. It's an event on the pier when the fish are caught - all those just out enjoying the views come running, cameras pointing to the fish, laughter, hugs - it's great! This is serious happiness. As happy as Don was, his line was back in the water in hopes of capturing an even bigger fish, bigger then the 41" striped bass that is the current leader. And the waiting returns...