About time, LSP! And to be fair to you, yes, it was. Fishing, for me lately, has been more of a matter of casting away into the watery depths and losing lures on snags than actually catching anything. But that changed today.
There we were, just me, Blue Texas Rig and a lake, not too far from Maypearl, in Ellis County. Off I cast with a green worm, thinking "you can't lose with chartreuse" and sure enough, within a few minutes of slow retrieve, there was a strike. The rod bent double and the line played out, big excitement. Fish on.
We fought, the fish and I, and the fish won, but at least something was biting. Sure enough, 10 minutes later the same scene played out and up thrashed a mighty Leviathan, lured by the enticing qualities of a sparkly green plastic worm.
The dog was fascinated and so was I. Go fishing and actually catch a fish. Remarkable. I put the monster of the deep back in the lake; who knows, maybe it'll gain a few pounds and fight again another day.
Fish on,
LSP
Pretty amazing, LSP. A fish.
ReplyDeleteI was beginning to think that there were no fish in Texas lakes.
ReplyDeleteIs it possible that the presence of Blue Mojo led to the catch-o-the-day? Or is it possible to lay the victory at the feet of the weather (which was good today, indicating a beginning of global warming again, or portending a global cooling trend once the sun has set?)
ReplyDeleteI think it was the presence of Blue Karma who brought you the miracle of the fish.
ReplyDeleteI was taken aback, Adrienne.
ReplyDeleteI'm hoping that wasn't the last one, LL, but the confluence of dog and weather may have brought it out of hiding...
ReplyDeleteBlue Karma didn't hurt, Euripides, except when he started barking maniacally whenever I cast. That didn't help the zen of the moment.
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