Gone Fishin' Bait & Tackle was a slightly dingy looking doublewide a couple of houses back from the boat access at Benson landing. There would have been little to identify the trailer as a place of business were it not for an old Pepsi machine set up on some cinder blocks to the right of the front door, and, of course, the weathered sign that hung from a post at the end of a loose gravel parking lot. The shop, as Kick called it, doubled as his home, with a few rooms in the back reserved as his living space.
The front two rooms, which comprised the shop, were crammed with fishing equipment of all sorts, and aquariums for live bait. The spaces on the walls which were not covered with displays and items for sale boasted dusty mounted fish and fading yellow photos of men with fish. A large cooler containing sodas and such hummed next to a counter and cash register at the far end of the largest room.
The shop did fairly well, owing largely to its proximity to the landing, but also due to Kick's encyclopedic knowledge of fishing. The other reason the shop did so well, was that Kick had diversified his business, which is to say that he also sold marijuana. A lot of the guys liked to smoke a little weed when they went out on the water, and it was just convenient for them to pick a little up at Gone Fishin' before putting in.
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