Just to clarify a few things in Rodneys version of the story: I did not shake my head, I nodded!

I remember getting back from the washroom and seeing the boat and Rodney gone. At first I thought he was just playing a joke on me hiding somewhere, because he wouldn’t leave without me, right? Wrong! I looked over the lake and saw this small dot way out in the horizon looking unmistakable like Rodney and so I realized he had left without me! What a jerk! So, yeah, I got a bit angry, jumped in the nearest boat I could find (I think I woke up the people sleeping on the dock on the way out too ...

…) and rowed as fast as I could to where Rodney was fishing and started yelling at him. Poor Rodney, at first he was happy and surprised to see me out on the water, that is, until I opened my mouth. I have already apologized many times for the things I called him that morning but then again
I had to pull his a** all the way back to shore

When we went back out again we tried to stay mad at each other but it is hard to stay angry when you are catching fish left and right
