A Fish Story
Once upon a time I was trekking down an abandoned railroad track that had small bridges crossing a slow moving stream. I would stop and fish from these bridges casting a few times and move on.
On one cast I got snagged, I thought, “Hmm, I’m going to lose this lure”. A few wiggles and the lure was free. I thought it was time to go home but decided to make one more cast near a stump. This was my fatal mistake – you guessed it – I hooked the stump. No big deal, the cost of fishing for the Big O’ Dawgs! (Slang for big fish)
I broke off the line, which resulted in losing the lure. Now the real fun begins. As I am breaking off the line, I notice my reel spool extremely loose. The nut that held down the spool was clinging onto the last screw thread. I reach to tighten the nut and oops, it slips off and falls into the water. Argh, while I was desperately trying to catch the nut in midair before the final plunge, my spool decides to take a swim with the nut. Plop…plop…and a double argh!
I stand frozen in time and I watch the nut AND the spool go for a swim never to return. Wow, I thought, I am definitely going home now – I got snagged, broke my line, lost my lure, nut spool and my spool.
I grab the handle to my tackle box and lift up. The lid to the box was not latched! In utter disbelief, I now watch in slow motion, as the whole top tray filled with lures fly in the air.
I screamed but of course that did not stop the lures from splashing in the water. The top tray with a couple of lures, float down the slow moving river and I could do nothing but watch. Lying at the bottom, I could still see some of my precious lures. I know! I’ll try to save some of them by snagging them.
I grabbed a monster lure (what’s left) with lots of big hooks. I kneel on the railroad bridge, lean over and KA-PLOOK! Huh? What was that? Oh nooooooooo, my car keys fell out of my pocket and land next to the other bathing lures. Of course, attached to my car keys is the remote control for the alarm to the car.
I literally fell down and looked to the sky and grab my hair. I remember thinking this could not get any worst.
Oh, just to assure some of you, going into the three foot (One meter) deep water was not an option. Because by doing so, certain death is sure to follow by sinking six feet (Two meters) in muck and drowning.
Finally, I snagged the keys and a couple of lures, Hey, I had to try right? I walk back to the car, dry it out as best I could, try the remote and it shorts out, which causes the alarm on the car to start sounding off.
I open the car hood trying to disable the now deafening alarm.
It is said a bad day of fishing is better then a good day at work. After this day, maybe work was the better option.
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