THE LAST DAY
THE LAST DAY
The
night air brought morning dew that weighed down the birch tree leaves. Tom
poured himself a cup of fresh hot coffee, and paused a brief moment to listen to
loons sing good morning. Walking his way to the screened in front porch allowed
him to view the calm waters and its steamy breath rising to a clear blue morning
sky. He couldn't help notice the flock of geese landing on the water. It set
Tom's deep blue eyes on scenery that would color his dreams.
Not
in a rush to start the last of his fishing vacation on the water and enjoying
his coffee with his pipe, Tom gathered his fishing gear on the table for the
last time. He startled the flock of geese pondering on the water. He stood and
listened as their floppy wings hit the water and echo during their take off.
In
the middle of organizing his gear, Tom was startled by his partners quick three
knocks on a door covered with morning dew. Al entered the screened in porch with
that door squeaking shut, slamming closed and shook some dew off. Al accepting
the coffee Tom offered, finding a spot next to Tom. Al grabs a pen and tears off
a piece of paper towel to plan the day for catching their limit of Walleye.
Tom,
in a single motion put his hand on his knee to stand hinting to Al its time to
go fishing.
The
day started as planned at the rock pile drift. Starting at 20 feet of water and
a perfect wind and a direction that passes them over a 10-foot reef. The final
fourth hour came to a burped end when their stomachs cried out for a relaxing
lunch.
On
the way in for lunch, Tom pointed to a little girl and her dad so Al could look
at the girl fight a fish. Their morning trip came to an end and Al grabbed their
catch to show off their limit. Their stomachs were talking after taking pictures
and cleaning the fish.
After
lunch and their tummies filled, Al decided to lie down, telling Tom he is laying
low for the rest of the day. Tom replied in a disappointing voice, "I'll be
fishing where we seen that little girl fight her fish." Al, with quick come
back, "You're going to catch nothing but crappie in that spot." Tom
climbed in the boat and drove away leaving Al to rest.
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