Consider This An Interlude

My profuse apologies for yet another lengthy wait, I’ve been a bit busy working on a “Third Year Paper” that, if it isn’t “good enough”, you get “kicked out”.  So the past two months have been really easy and breezy (I spend most of my time pacing my apartment and muttering “I’m OK”)….BUT, I have scrounged up a few moments to fish…

As you may remember, I’ve begun a dalliance with bait fishing, in an attempt to find some true monsters.  Well, I decided to go to an old spot that I felt had big promise but I’ve had zero luck.  Why was I still optimistic?  It’s this weird bottleneck that spills into a slow moving part of the river:

It’s the perfect place for a predator to just sit back and get fat for his entire life.  Wait… something that is only motivated by food and just lays around most of the day, where have I seen that before?

Oh well, I can’t remember.  Anyways, like I said I went to this spot but this time armed with some salted hotdogs for bait. Despite what some people think (Tommy), salting the hot dogs before using them as bait is essential – it helps toughen up the wiener so it lasts longer…

(I apologize).

So anyways, I parked at this familiar spot and messed around with a smaller rod and lure while obsessively checking the baited rod to see if I got a bite.  For about 10 minutes nothing happened and I made a mental note to move on after a few more casts.  

All of the sudden, I heard a weird scraping noise.  I looked around and saw something had literally ripped my rod from its position and was dragging it into the water!  I quickly grabbed the rod and tried to set the hook… and when I did I realized this was not an ordinary fish.  I started to move along the bank with the rod.  And that’s when I…

hesitated.

For a split-second, I literally paused thinking I must just have a giant log hooked or something and stopped keeping the line tight – the fish was just too big to believe.  And when you do that, that’s all folks.  Giving a fish slack line makes it soooo much easier for it to escape, and that’s exactly what the fish did – leaving me despondent on the shoreline.  This is the best visual description of how I spent the next two hours fishing:

I have been thinking about this fish and the spot ever since.  I am a man possessed –  just call me Ahab. Point being, the goal is set and I have a finite amount of time because I’m heading back to MA soon. 

So consider this an interlude, I met a true sea monster and was knocked down… but I’m getting back up.  This monster is mine.  

Cast and Pray,

Jon (Below is proof it’s spring, Bubz constantly stopping to eat grass!)