Just wanted to thank you for a great charter, and the realization that someone could be more bitchy than my wife. You not only showed us a great day of fishing, but also probably saved my marriage. If things get slow in the charter business, you should get a 1-800 number and advertise as a bitch thearapist. I can hear the commercial now, “Do you miss you're drill instructor? Are you pineing for the incessant bitching of your exwife? Just call 1-800-I'll-Bitch. I can fringin make you cry.”
The one criticism I have is that you didn't seem to understand that I was supposed to catch the biggest fish. One more smirk from Paul and I'm going to kill the crippled up old bastard.
Thanks again, and have a prosperous season,