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posted on Sep, 2 2022 @ 06:37 PM
First of all...go fishing. Catfish in particular.
I go to the Ohio River, about a 20 minute drive from my house.
Go to the bait shop the night before, get your favorite, stop and get ice for the cooler, go home, get all the rods ready, make sure your tackle box
is stocked. You got it all covered are ready to go.
Get up early. I mean before daylight and get the truck loaded. Wake up the wife [ oh so gently because she is NOT a morning person] and tell her it's
time to go.
You get to the river and you can just feel the fish are ready to bite. You can already taste that catfish dinner.
Pack all the rods, bait, tackle box, cooler and a lawn chair for the Goddess down the bank to the water. You're set. You get baited up and cast
out.
Sit and watch your rods for an hour. Watch them do nothing.
You think, "Well it's still pretty early, they'll start biting in a bit, but since I missed breakfast, now would be a good time to grab a
sandwich"
You walk 30 feet up the bank to the cooler and about the time you get there, your wife looks up from her book and says "You got a bite "
Your rod tip is almost touching the water and you can tell it's a big'un. You get to the water...your hand is a heartbeat away from grabbing the
rod....and it stops.
At this point, you're philosophical and still hopeful. You think "Damn, that was a good bite, he'll be back "
So, you reel it in, replace the bait and cast out, swearing this time, you're not gonna move.
Fast forward an hour. No bites. Not even a nibble and your bladder is telling you that you really need to pay attention and get rid of all that coffee
you drank this morning. Being a man, we don't head for the trees, we just step a few feet away and let it go. There's no one else for miles and the
wife doesn't care, so ....
You're 10 feet away with your back turned and you hear the drag zipping out on the reel.
This is a difficult time in a man's life. You have to cut it off mid stream, get everything back in and do it all while running to get back to that
rod.
You get there, you pick it up.......and the fish got off.
This is another difficult time in life. You have to decide if you're just gonna chuck it all in the river or stay and persevere.
Of course, you go for the middle ground and just pack up and go home, vowing to give up fishing for ever and get a hobby that's easier on the nerves,
like bull fighting.
Me ? Quit ? Oh hell no....I'm already packed up and ready to go again tomorrow.
I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE !