Fishing at 12
Fishing at 12
Ripples lightly moved across
Mirror like surface of the lake
Cutting through the murky silence
A cast of my spinning rod squealing
The thick mist like fog slowly lifting
To the east the sun was awakening
The smell of morning coming to me
In the woods a symphony of beings
Woodpeckers, pecking, birds a singing
Waves slowly stretching kissing the shore,
My bobber bouncing up and down
I grab the net, I reeled in my fish
People starting to move around
The smell of nature gives way
Coffee and Bacon fill the air
From the shore people yell
Time to eat and doing any good
I held up my stringer with a smile
I started pull up anchor
When my line went out so fast
Maybe it was a big old fish
I wasn't done, this might be fun
It swam under the boat
In between the stumps
Ii slowly wound in my line
And when I got him to the boat
I scooped him with my net
He was a long fish, I thought
But all of a sudden I had two
Flipping flopping in the net,
One fish had bit the first fish as I was reeling
Both were over legal size, but 2 at once
we taped them 45 inches of pike….happened when I was but 12 years old
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