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Trout Whisperer Thank you, sir
Two boats, four fellas, on the lake at 5:15, four limits by 10:30. The captain of other boat said, “I know we planned an all-day’r, but what say I buy you boys lunch.” Nobody said no to that.
Restaurant was plenty woodsy, and I’m a sucker for that, mounts all over the pine paneled walls, big stone fireplace, and forgive me, padded seating.
Waitress asks what we’d like, four tall ones, and a basket of onion rings to start, then we want the house special, the 32-inch supreme. She says that’s a 40 minute wait just so you know. He said the onion rings will tide us over and off she went.
I set my frosty mug down and a table away sets a little guy, with three other adults. He’s forking his way around a cold salad, tuna or chicken in a bowl lined with lettuce. He looks up at me, I nod, he looks away.
Several more times before the pizza arrived, little guy and I lock up eyes. I nod, he looks away and then the biggest pizza you ever saw showed up. I asked the server, “Could I trouble you for an extra dinner plate?” No trouble, off she went, and we dove in teeth first.
Back with the plate, I loaded it with pizza slices, got up and walked over to the little guy’s table. I said to all of them, “Please excuse me, but we made an extra-large mistake, we ordered far too much.”
I looked the little guy in the eye. I said, “Could you help us out and eat some of it?” His eyes got big, he nodded yes. I said, “Well thank you,” and retreated.
We’re get’n up to go, I stand, out from the table comes the boy, he reaches out his hand, I offer mine and we shake, he says, “Thank you sir.” I said, “Well thanks for helping us.”
--The trout whisperer
