bigred (US)

 It's 7:29 a.m. when the first hole is punched through the ice and tw drops a line and the Vixller and says "here take this". I see a little red mark below my red mark, I pull the bait away and it follows it all the way out of the hole and onto the ice. It is now 7:30 a.m.. The rest of the morning myself, tw, Kasie and Paul all jig in vein, I guess the rest of the trout forgot to bite. This is suiting for a weekend that proved to me that I would forget my head if it weren't ratched strapped so securely to the rest of my body. It was cocktail hour the night before fishing when I remember I had forgoten my heater. It was also that night that I was told that my poles were to stiff for trout fishing. I was told of the switch in location but last I remembered we were fishing for herion, I think tw forgot to mention the change in species. But with the way my memory was failing me this weekend I could of forgoten that detail. When we arrived at the lake I realized I had forgoten the poles that go with my fish house. I must of forgoten to transfer them in the back of tw's truck with the rest of the house. Atleast I remembered to put them in my car on the way to tw's. After fishing I wanted to change pants only to discover that I had forgoten to pack another pair, they were folded nicely on my bed when I arived back at my house. Is that all I forgot? I forget...as my new friend Paul told me "you have forgot more than you've remembered this weekend". Well I can remember some things that I did not forget. I remembered the suasage this time. During cocktail hour I always remember to add a little coke to my rum. Lastly I never forget how to have a great time every time I go to tw's. By the way tw.....I forgot my trout in your freezer.