Gabbi & I always ride in the same boat when we go Striper or B.A.S.S. fishing with the guides at Camp Cavett. Always. This time was no exception. Our guide this day was quite comical. He let us do just about whatever we wanted, which did include being pulled in by a huge fish and result and us getting to swim. That’s one of our traditions at camp. It was 12 years ago and it still is today. Although, we’ve grown out of being able to go with the guides, we do our own thing now. Gabbi & I do fish when we go out, it’s not all fun and games you know. On this particular day we both caught 36 fish a piece. This wasn’t including our guide and his catch, this was ours. While Gabbi & I were having our fun, Gabbi tosses her line out to try and land the “big one”. Instead of landing the “big one” on that throw, she broke her pole. Actually it just came apart and didn’t really break. We both immediately doubled over in laughter and so did our guide. I think he even made the comment about us destroying things, but you know I think I chose to forget that comment. We weren’t terrors, just played hard or attempted things that were both out of reach for us. Driving his boat for instance with the power pedals was an adventure for me. Hello, I’m short. I’m not pushing 6ft. and therefore some things just don’t work out like they should. His boat wasn’t harmed from my driving adventure, it was just a wild ride for all of us.
To prove some of the things we did really did happen, I tried to document most of everything I could. I don’t want to ever forget the amazing summers I spent with friends, the laughter that was shared, or the somewhat comical (looking back now) adventures that I was able to share with some of my best friends.
The broken pole. It really did happen. …only at Camp Cavett would Gabbi & I have such a story as this.