why don't you just go fish-off

I don't know what possessed me, but I rose at 5am Saturday morning before the crack of dawn to be up and out in time to catch some fish on the lake at the cabin this spring break. Tearing the sleep out of my eyes I dressed in warm clothes and threw on my pink UT beanie and headed out the door to the big pick up truck. six of us plus the driver piled in and took off down the dirt road to the other side of the lake where the "good-spot-to-fish" was. The ride was pretty silent 'cept the low roar of the ol' jalopy. Ben, our driver and the only male on the trip, had planned to take some el natural photos while he was out this fine early morning. He was sipping on a much envied cup of java as he kept his gaze on the narrow dirt road. The aroma filled the interior of the truck. Mmm. Mmm. Good. My mouth salivated. I quickly swallowed. Bass and catfish. That's what we were out to get. For the bass we had funky luers and for the catfish all we had were chunks of Double K Hotdogs. No joke. When we got to the lake side we grabbed our poles and begun our two hour fishing expedition. I returned to the cabin with not even a bite. I enjoyed the calm cool morning at the lake none-the-less. Atleast Chit-Chat hadn't risen with us and it was perhaps my one quiet two hours without the incessent clatter that entire day. Rising early did have it's benefits. It did indeed.