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A Fishing Story


It's not like I've never fished before. As a kid, I remember fishing with a cane pole, bobber and worm for bullheads in Clarks Creek, later running lines all night for channel cat at Reading Lake, catching walleye below the dam at Perry and trolling for white bass at Milford Lake. Heck, we even spent a week fishing for walleye at Canada's Cedar Lake several years ago. Of course, there is Clinton Lake and the farm pond.Until last week, I have never fished for trout.We are camped in Routt National Forest west of Ft Collins, Colorado. The talk at the bait shop in Gould is people are catching trout on worms, salmon eggs and power bait below the dam at North Michigan Reservoir located in nearby Colorado State Forest. Three friends from our party and I are on the road at 6:00 am the next morning excited about the possibility of catching our breakfast. I am dressed in a winter coat against the 35 degree morning. As we approach the lake, to our dismay, a car is there. Did someone beat us to the spot? We peer over the dam to see the young family who told us where to fish the night before. We begin the steep descent to the area below the dam. The adults already there are accomplished fly anglers, beautifully arching their lines to settle the bait wherever they want it. We have rod and reels. The couple assures us they will share the limited space around the pool. My friends get their hook baited and in the water. I am struggling to get the hook tied with my cold fingers. Finally, we are all "in." My friends each catch a fish. I am hung up.Hook retied and baited, I am back in business. I feel the hit, jerk to set the hook and the trout flies out of the stream and lands behind me. Excited about the fish, but embarrassed about my performance, I hurriedly put the fish on a stringer. The young couple quietly asks their son to move closer to them.Everyone is catching fish. I feel another hit. Excitement takes over and I yank-too hard again. The fish escapes. The hook catches on the side of my jeans. Nothing to do but cut the line and leave the hook hoping no one notices. I tie on another hook and move to a different location away from everyone. I finally catch another fish. We soon leave as everyone except me has caught their limit. We return two more mornings and catch our limit each time. I improve. When asked about the fishhook in my jeans later that first morning, I said I put it there so it wouldn't get lost. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.


Ronda Miller 9 years, 9 months ago

Sounds like a fish story to me, Linda! You were in the city where I was born and I was close by in another area town of Colorado. Beautiful water, air, mountains wouldn't you agree? I hope you didn't throw yourself back into the water after you hooked yourself! :)

David Lignell 9 years, 9 months ago

"When asked about the fishhook in my jeans later that first morning, I said I put it there so it wouldn't get lost. That's my story and I'm sticking to it."Linda, there's another tale about the fish hook you might consider next time. It's called 'truth by omission," which is a way people in business get ahead everyday. In the fishers' world, for example, when asked about the fishhook in the jeans, you might reply something like, "...that's a marker to remind me of the fabulous fishing trip we had together. I'm quite sure I'll place another one there to remind me of our next trip, too." (While a bit misleading, you're really not lying, are you?) Or you could say, "Oh that, I wanted to protect the young family next to us, so I jumped in the path of that hook. Some people are a bit careless, don't you think?" (That gets the blame away from you, while acknowledging the hook in your jeans. Again, you're really not lying.) Anyway, wonderfully descriptive post. Do we have an emerging Hemingway on our blog?

Linda Hanney 9 years, 9 months ago

Multi--we have two grandchildren out there and make the trip west three to four times a year-- always a good experience! Now, my fishing, well....

Linda Hanney 9 years, 9 months ago

Ronda, Colorado is always a good experience. Ft. Collins and Loveland seem to be having growing pains although still nice places to visit. I took a lot of grief about that fish hook in my jeans. Sounds like you had a laid back time. Nice.

Linda Hanney 9 years, 9 months ago

David--I laughed out loud -- a much better reaction to the hook. Thanks for the suggestions and nice comment!

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