Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The Art of Fishing
She took a box of books.
He took a box of fishing tackle.
She took a camera and binoculars.
He took a fish finder and several fishing rods.
She could walk the trails for hours.
He could fish for hours and hours and hours.
She took extra food, just in case, but
He caught enough fish for the week.
Fishing is a most particular sport, especially for those fishers who are after game species. The children at the camp caught the same catfish twice from the dock with a worm he put on the hook for them. But he wanted trout, pickerel, and bass...
He put in folding chair on the floor of the fishing boat for her comfort. When the wind was up, he hugged the shore avoiding the whitecaps on the open water. A large hatch of mayflies flew in the air and their short-lived bodies covered the surface of the water. That was a good excuse if the fish didn't bite.
The fish finder showed him where schools of bass and perch swam in the water. It also showed the depth and warned of rocks hidden below the surface. That made her feel safer.
He drove the boat close to the terns, loons and ducks.
She netted a few fish.
He was happy and she was happy.
Give a little, take a little. Two is better than one.