My friend Sam lives in North Carolina. He travels to the coast to fish the Outer Banks, and at one time was a guide there. He lives on a small lake about 100 miles inland from the coast. One Sunday afternoon he brought back an ice chest full of croakers and spots, and about fifteen very nice bluefish - about 5 pounds each.
While he was cleaning the fish, he looked down the 300 feet of his property to the lake and saw a couple of young boys fishing from the bank on the wooded property next door. "Watch this", he said, and he strung all of the bluefish on a small fish stringer. He headed out the front of his property, down the road, and then cut back into the woods toward the lake. The boys did not see him until he came toward them walking down the edge of the lake. He had a small Zebco 33 reel and rod and this stringer of five pound bluefish in tow.
"Caught anything?" he asked as he walked by the boys. The boys were speechless. Their jaws dropped to the ground. They said nothing and simply watched him walk the edge of the lake back to his house.
An hour later two cars were parked on the street down from Sam's house. Fishing from the bank in that wooded area were about four men and the same two boys who saw Sam walk by.
To this day I don't believe those boys or the grown men ever figured out what happened!
