Massachusetts

Chris and I signed a contract to fish for Striped Bass at the mouth of the Merrimac River. The day we fished, it was cold and windy and we didn’t have the right tackle. Chris observed the fishermen who were catching fish and he figured out what we needed to change.

The next day at the boat landing, I went up the hill to purchase ice for the cooler that was going to keep our fish. While I was gone, Chris was pushing the boat off the trailer when his Achilles tendon snapped. At first he thought he had been shot. I drove him to the hospital and we didn’t go fishing.

The next spring when I visited him again, the American Shad were running up the Merrimac River. We drew up a new contract and fished for them. I caught one on the first cast and that was all I caught. Chris caught a couple.