Blog 3080, 31 August 2023, Thursday
Dear friend,
Yesterday I was a little late getting out on the lake, but there was no one else there. I went out to the fifty-foot-deep pool in front of the cabin, guessing the fish might be in the area not far from the deepest place in the lake. I got nothing. I checked the depths, looking for a level where the fish were, and at twenty-five feet I hit them. It took me an hour to land my first fish, I’d had one light bite earlier and then I caught a 16-inch brown trout. That’s a nice fish; I decided not to move the canoe yet. It took 40 minutes to get my second, a 13-inch rainbow that looked about half the size of the brown trout. And then, nothing. Only two of my limit of five, I paddled in, through three different wind patterns on the lake, and had breakfast.
The temperature was in the mid-70s, a light and refreshing breeze, no sun, no one else fishing. I took my cup of coffee to the end of the dock, cast out and got nothing. I have a two-rod limit, both lines were cast out. I was on my third sudoku of the day when my left line went straight out. I landed a smallish (13-inch) rainbow. Within the half-hour, another fish took my line and raced twice around my other line before I knew it was there. The way you handle that situation is to reel both lines in, but half of me (that being Jean) was out walking the trail and I had both hands full with the first line. I tried to bring it in, towing the other line in, but somehow in the tangle I pulled the hook free and my fish dropped the hook and sped away. Fishless, I unwound my line from the second line, but that second line was behaving strangely and as soon as I removed the encumbering line, my second line sped away. I remember thinking, “It couldn’t be …” with the implication that I couldn’t be that dumb, could I? I was. On the other line, and I never knew I’d even had a bite, was a beautiful 16-inch rainbow! I’d caught two “catch-of-the-day” fish.
I love whoever it was who designed fish. All their bones fit together sleekly, a racing design, descending toward the smaller as you go back and suddenly the spine spins 90 degrees. The many-ribbed design continues until you hit the structure of the tail. All the innards come out together, the very practical fins are for propulsion and steering.
I ended the day content, one fish short of the limit and about three worms short. I spent all day on the dock, the cloud cover protecting me from the sun, a soft breeze with a sense of isolation even though I was surrounded by various sized castles. I’ll be out there again in just over an hour. Every day fishing is different, always the peace is found there. Love,
Jeannmarv
Written and Posted: 4:30 a.m., Thursday