Miles
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This morning Snowhite and I met up at the Tidal Basin. John and Adam also had the same idea, all of us arriving around high tide.
We were all fishing along near Jefferson, where the water had come up over the sidewalk. We were all standing on the sidewalk in calf-deep water, fishing over the edge. Snowhite caught a nice bass, and we saw some goldfish.
Then the Park Police pulled us out of the water. The one guy yelled at me, "get out of the water", so I got out of the water and kept fishing and dropped the heroin I was mule-ing in my bowels. I think I saw Snowhite pass his AK to a high-school tourist while the cops' backs were turned. The corpse Adam and John had come to dispose of had already sunk pretty good, so they were clear, too. It was a close shave all around.
Then the cop yelled at me, "Hey, come over here right now." I said, "Sorry, bro -- you just said 'get out of the water', so I did." The Park Police checked our licenses and permits, and explained to us that we were not allowed "in" the Tidal Basin, which means wherever the water is regardless of whether there is sidewalk. The cop explained, "You know someone died here a few weeks back?" I said, "yeah, we know, we pay attention to that stuff". I didn't tell them he was a chum.
The Park Police by their timely intervention put the kibbosh on our illicit activities, thus securing our national monuments from horrors of anglers with wet ankles. After a while Snowhite bailed to get back to human trafficking, and I didn't see Adam leave but I'm pretty sure he stole a bus on the way out. John and I fished for a while and saw two large snakeheads, one of which followed my fly until the leader was in my tiptop, then turned away. We stalked the snakeheads for a while, and then I caught with my bare hands a herring that had flopped up into the shallow water on the sidewalk.
The kodak hatch was pretty slamming, so people were asking us what we
were doing and what we were catching and taking pictures. I hooked a
lady's shirt, who had walked up behind me while I was casting. I
released her -- she would not hold still for the grip and grin.