My fishing partner and I almost didn’t have time to go fishing the other afternoon after we finished up our hectic schedules as retirees. But there was an hour left in the day, counting the 15 minutes after official sundown where we could still see a glow in the Western sky to get home by…
We went to a trusted spot with expectations of picking up a quick mess of nice crappie, but the corks above our minnows failed us. They did not sink. After about 15 minutes, we headed to trusted spot, No. 2. My partner wasn’t too optimistic, but I told him I was sure there would be hungry fish there. We figured if we could catch 12 white perch, we’d both have fish for supper the next night! The corks did not disappoint this time. Plop…plop…sink! A nice pound and a quarter crappie pounced on the bait. The next few minutes was fun. We landed 11 crappie and decided that was all that were hungry.
But we didn’t quit without a fight. “Just one more”, I said. “Just one more” . But they didn’t bite. A few minutes later when we had arrived back on the dock, I pitched out a shiner under the light and crappie No. 12 hit the bait, put up a short fight and then hit the ice chest! So what did I do? I baited up and threw back out to try and catch “just one more”.
It wouldn’t have mattered if we had 12 or 50. I would have still wanted “just one more”. Isn’t that a line that all fishermen share? Up until the legal limit of course.
It was a good trip. Now, I can’t wait to go again. And catch just one more….