Fall fishing can be the best or the worst of fishing days. Some days the fish are so busy thinking about sex that forget to check our hooks. Other days it is like a buffet line, our finned friends will hit on anything. Sunny mornings can turn into a blustery wet afternoon.
So on this morning rendezvous at the lake, the fish failed to show.We started with worms, then proceeded to go through our fishing boxes trying every little thing we could. Eventually we started fishing worms again.
The day was cold. Bundled up and ready to leave, my fishing partner Doug nudged me. A recent arrival to our shore was a girl, ten minutes in and she was pulling out a nice trout. We settled our belongings back down and started to fish with the thought that they were beginning to feed. They were, at the end of her pole. Our little damsel had quickly caught two more.
That did it, Doug gathered himself and proceeded over to wonder girl. They talked and he returned.
“What did she say?” I asked anxious to duplicate her success.
“I could not understand a word she said.” said Doug quite put out at the failed attempt to steal her secrets.
It wasn’t five minutes before she landed another, a big one.
That did it. This time it was my mission to discover her extraordinary luck.
” Hi , we are amazed at your luck this morning” With a blanket around her shoulders and her directed to her pole, she mumbled a sentence or two.
” I’m sorry, I didn’t get that.”
With a touch of distain, she spit into her hand, ” It helps to keep the worms warm.”