So here's my disclaimer: I don't spin fish tales. The truth is much more fun and stranger!
I endeavor to fish 3-4 times per week. The great majority is from a bridge cat-walk, a boat slip or the embankment in front of our house. Most of the time I don't care what I catch.....as long as I catch something. Exception: Turtles, I hate trying to pan-fish when the turtles are around! Another interest for me is finding and capturing live bait to fish with. I have plenty of artificial lures but being able to cast-net a school of shad and then use the same to catch something else just reinforces my belief that our Heavenly Father truly does provide a complete ecosystem for us to survive in.
On this particular Wednesday evening, I walked to the boat launch and since most others were still at work, I was able to set up for a couple of hours of fun and maybe even dinner. As is my protocol, I walked the pier and the shoreline looking for shad and eventually snagged a couple to get started on my dual-hook rig. I aptly placed two bait fish on the rig cast out about 20 yards and allowed the line to drop to probably 20 feet. After standing there for 5 minutes or so, I decided to secure my rod and reel to the horn cleat so I could capture some more bait fish. I walked toward the shore and threw the net and as I was retrieving I noticed my rod was shuttering. I quickly ran to the reel, untied the line and just as I picked it up, the last of my line (clutch engaged) spun off.
Of course in the digital, narcissistic, social medial, driven age we now live, I immediately took a picture and "shared". From my perspective something as fun as this is too good to keep to myself and it also helps me remember even a simple trip to catch a fish or two can turn into a brisk walk back home to refill my reel with stronger and more line!
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