Yep, that was me...
I feel so ashamed, yet somehow relieved. 2 AM found me at the access fishing a jig under a lighted bobber. With power bait of all things. I thought I could control it. It was just once. But then when I got back to my Jeep, there it was, laying coiled in the back. Yellow rope.How did I ever get here. I was told it might happen, but I thought I was strong enough.
OK. I admit it, I am powerless...