...I kind of like having him around.
Jeff decided to go fishing tonight. He officially has a bit of the fishing bug, and I think after his fish-less Friday, he wants to catch something. So, after dinner he rounded up his stuff. That, my friends, was mistake numero uno. James, of course, wanted to go. He was heart-broken when we told him it was bedtime for him and that he'd have to stay home. After I calmed him down, he went to bed and that crisis was averted. Jeff called me about an hour later, asking me to find directions for him. I asked him why he wasn't there yet and he replied, "You don't really want to know." That's always good, right? I asked him if he got a ticket. "No," he said, "I talked my way out of it." Apparently, night fishing is OK in county parks, but not state parks. The ranger gave him some big speech about how he could give him a $150 ticket, depending on whether he wanted to follow state rules or county. He told Jeff that if his supervisor had been the one to 'catch' him, he would have given him a ticket for sure. He grilled Jeff about his criminal, or non-criminal, record, and took down his info. He told Jeff that as long as he wasn't lying about his record, and it came back clean, he wouldn't get a ticket! After this fiasco, Jeff decided to head for the county park, where he could again try to go fishing. Just about 15 minutes ago (its 10:30pm), the ranger just called. I wondered what in the world was going on. He asked me if I was the proud owner of a Chevy Impala. When I answered in the affirmative, he informed me that my car was parked in a dark parking lot at the park. I told him I knew it was there, that my husband was fishing. I gave him Jeff's cell number so he could get things cleared up. Long story short, they apparently tried to signal Jeff with the siren and loud speaker but he was out of earshot. They informed him that only one small area of the lake has 24 hour fishing, not the place Jeff was at. So, after two botched attempts at fishing, Jeff the rebel fisherman is on his way home. I am just glad he's not getting arrested or anything.
Oh, and a funny side note, after the warden determined that Jeff's bag in question was not alchohol or drugs, but shrimp, he gave Jeff some unsolicited fishing advice. He told Jeff not to waste his money on shrimp anymore, to stick with chicken livers instead. Ahhh, never a dull moment. Hopefully he gets home without anymore ordeals!
***Stay tuned tomorrow to hear about the crazy old Jewish lady attacking my childen at a deli in lovely burb of Piscataway, NJ. ***
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Oh, but wouldn't that have made for a lovely holiday weekend story?!
We need to hook our hubbies & sons up - our neighbor has told us a couple "good" places around here, so maybe they could all investigate together :)
That story definitely goes into the top five funniest/ridiculous Jeff stories... I L O V E it! It's in the bucket with the undercover cop car accident, the radiator incident, etc...
Never a dull moment in your household :-)
Man, that's a stiff fine for a heavy-metal-laden trout! This fishing thing could get expensive.
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