Just to avoid any misunderstanding, my partner and I would have been disappointed if we missed and the other didn't rag on us a bit. It was always in good fun, never serious. Hunting we each held our own, competition shooting, I usually came out on top by a few points (we pushed one another in that arena), now fishing, that's another story. We used to fish about every week, one week he'd take his boat, next week mine and our MO was to drift fish using artificial bait. Donnie
always outfished me....always, no matter whose boat we were in. In fact one day we had our own boats but met up and fished side by side all morning and he
still caught more than I did. Then one day I realized his secret weapon. We caught some pretty nice Red Drum and Specs and I used 12-15# line. Donnie used 7# or so and, of course, always outcast me (which I hadn't noticed until that day). I changed to 9# (don't recall exact test but the numbers are representative) line and started doing better. In fact, one morning (in my boat thankfully, or I might have had to walk home
) we were drifting some shallow water flats, real sandy bottom w/no grass so that you could see the reds and cast to them. Long story short, I had just switched line and my son had just built me an 8' rod (had been using a 6' or so before). I had teased Don on the way out that I had a secret weapon and was gonna skunk him that day and sure enough, I had limited out (3 reds) and he hadn't boated a fish. At first, when I'd catch a fish, I'd teasingly ask him if he wanted it before releasing it. Pretty soon, I could see that it was beginning to bother him a little. Then it happened, we both cast to different reds, his to the right, mine to the left. i fished the flats many years and can't tell you how many times, with different partners on a given day, that we both would snag big reds and each would go its own way......never saw this before or after, but that morning, our fish took the spoons and headed straight toward the other, then swam circles around each other. I followed my fish and soon realized he was swimming one way and my pole was pulled the opposite.
We could see our lines a ways out twisted and tried to untangle by passing rods back and forth, but didn't go enough wraps, or maybe the wrong way???? either way we were still crossed. Donnie was getting a little serious so finally I said, "I'm gonna put my rod in the holder and maybe you can land your fish." Unfortunately, his lighter test line gave up before he got his fish to the boat. He then commented that, "Even when I do get one on, you cut my line & won't let me land it" in a semi-serious tone. I felt even worse, when I picked up my rod to real in the slack line and felt a tug on the other end, hoping I had the bottom. Unfortunately my red was just resting and I landed it.
Fortunately, the tide turned and Don started hooking up and wound up catching his limit as well. Don't know who was the happiest about that. Funny how two guys fishing side by side w/same bait and one can get all the traffic.
Lost Don in May and sure do miss our friendly banter over the past 70 years. RIP, Don.