Maybe just maybe if you heed these words, you can avoid the pitfalls of youth like these lads were so unmercifully forced to endure.AND, a good thing there were no swords, for after inspecting the stringer, the very same stringer which had once held the hopes and prayers of a hungry fish camp of merry men and women- it was found that the stringer was now void of fish!!Nothing but a few gill plates remained.Soon, wooden planks were tossed to the sea, and one at a time the lads took to the water.Had the fish kept up Carbon Steel casting for a while, hanging on with every bit of there very facial fiber as they slapped across the surface, like little water skiers themselves?Did they vanish and scatter to the wind upon the first thrust of the boats great motor?It matters not. Swords were ready to be drawn.
Fishing in the morning would yield itself to mountain biking, or hiking, or berry picking and then followed by the evening fishing du jour. Many a citizen would bow humbly before them and think of them certainly as masters of ther craft.J.J. A little grub, a little quenching of the thirst, perhaps a spirited game of cribbage, a short nap and soon it was time again to repeat the previous days repetoire. Candor, and speculation ensued.One such instance came upon a nice summer’s day–twas the fourth day of the grand month of July–as I recall, when all sense and wits left his self.J..Thumbs were thrust skyward as the fishing boat, now turned ski boat, gained more power and speed… To no avail.Oh what a time it was, the time of our youth–resplendid youth.
A tragic tale indeed. KlottAuthor, writer of fishing humor,and “fly tack” peddler.A dour feeling hung over the crew, and great shame stood in the place where pride once brimmed so brightly.Were they stored safely in the captains cool locker?Had they been stowed away in a water filled live well?Puzzled looks and questioning glares hung over the lads like an Irish fog, it was clear that the bouyant mood had been broken.
The ships steward and captain had mentioned that it would be nice to cast about for trout in the morn and then take to the waters of the reservoir for a “skimming upon the surface with wooden planks”, of which most refer to- as water skiing.With the fourth of July weekend freshly behind us, I am reminded of one of the darker moments in a long and illustrious series of dark fishing moments.