02-24-2016, 10:28 PM
Thinking about my cookie experience has reminded me of a little story.
It was probably about 10 years ago, I had met a fellow online, he was from Minnesota or Wisconsin, can't remember for sure. We were discussing the fishing opportunities in Negril on trip advisor and had agreed to meet up and hire someone to take us out fishing, as we were going to be there at the same time.
We were staying at Country Country, he and his wife were at one of the A/I's back towards Cosmos. The day before we went fishing I walked to his resort where we met in person for the first time. He seemed to be a good guy, maybe 5-10 years older than me. It turned out he had met a "fisherman" and made arrangements for us to go out the next day. The captain was to pick me up first then we would go get buddy.
Morning came, and sure enough here comes our boat, a typical glass bottom tour boat, not exactly built for fishing. But whatever, any time in a boat is a pleasure for me, especially with fishing gear on board. It was a quick trip to pick up my partner, he jumped in and we shoved off.
Once we were a couple hundred yards from shore captain wants to smoke up. No problem, I will roll up too and we can have a double header. Buddy was all "no problem" and seemed quite happy to share the joints with us.
After the big smoke off we were off, destination being the Orange River. Well we get there after about a 15 minute ride to Orange Bay, and up the river we go, except now there's a problem.
My fishing partner is curled up on the bottom of the boat, looking as green as the weed we had just smoked. It was now quite obvious buddy was not an experienced stoner like myself. I was a little concerned as he was really struggling.
Now the captain has cut the engine as he was a bit worried as well. I ask the guy if he wants us to take him back to his hotel.
He replies, "No. I can't go back to my wife like this". He told us he would be OK and just leave him for a bit.
So I commenced to start casting to the shoreline and after maybe a half hour my partner was good to go, but his smoking was definitely done for the day.
He caught the only fish, a small snook. But it was a great way to spend the morning. We travelled quite a ways up the river and got to see some of the country most people never go.
It was probably about 10 years ago, I had met a fellow online, he was from Minnesota or Wisconsin, can't remember for sure. We were discussing the fishing opportunities in Negril on trip advisor and had agreed to meet up and hire someone to take us out fishing, as we were going to be there at the same time.
We were staying at Country Country, he and his wife were at one of the A/I's back towards Cosmos. The day before we went fishing I walked to his resort where we met in person for the first time. He seemed to be a good guy, maybe 5-10 years older than me. It turned out he had met a "fisherman" and made arrangements for us to go out the next day. The captain was to pick me up first then we would go get buddy.
Morning came, and sure enough here comes our boat, a typical glass bottom tour boat, not exactly built for fishing. But whatever, any time in a boat is a pleasure for me, especially with fishing gear on board. It was a quick trip to pick up my partner, he jumped in and we shoved off.
Once we were a couple hundred yards from shore captain wants to smoke up. No problem, I will roll up too and we can have a double header. Buddy was all "no problem" and seemed quite happy to share the joints with us.
After the big smoke off we were off, destination being the Orange River. Well we get there after about a 15 minute ride to Orange Bay, and up the river we go, except now there's a problem.
My fishing partner is curled up on the bottom of the boat, looking as green as the weed we had just smoked. It was now quite obvious buddy was not an experienced stoner like myself. I was a little concerned as he was really struggling.
Now the captain has cut the engine as he was a bit worried as well. I ask the guy if he wants us to take him back to his hotel.
He replies, "No. I can't go back to my wife like this". He told us he would be OK and just leave him for a bit.
So I commenced to start casting to the shoreline and after maybe a half hour my partner was good to go, but his smoking was definitely done for the day.
He caught the only fish, a small snook. But it was a great way to spend the morning. We travelled quite a ways up the river and got to see some of the country most people never go.