Hypothetical Fishuation

Every second that goes by slips out of your grasp like a squirming fish.

You’re out on the lake with only your rod, tackle box, and the sounds of far-off cicadas and the waves. Before you can say knife, your line gives a tug and you’re in for a showdown of strength. After some time wrestling with the persistent trout on the other end, you manage to bring that doozie into the boat.

It’s been a long day and every fish you’ve caught so far has slipped clean from your hands and jumped back into the glassy water. This one won’t escape. So you pick it up to do the necessary evils and, what do you know, but that one gives a violent twitch and does a quadruple backflip back home.

Disappointed and sullen, you decide to call it a night, but on the way to the dock, in the increasingly heavy mist, you hit a large lump. You take your oar out from underneath the seat and go to the bow of your small skiff and give the large, amorphous lump a touch test.

Hearing nothing, you take it to the next step and switch on your flashlight. Lo and behold, you have come upon the legendary “Hootie”, a nine-foot walleye that has been mentioned in the stories of men all throughout Decker county. You’ve hit the big time.

With a smile on your face you think, “It goes to show. Giving up always leads to dumb luck.”
To which your guardian angel flying overhead can only shake her head and hope that next time she can move the nine-foot walleye before collision.

Published in: on November 12, 2008 at 5:46 am  Leave a Comment  

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