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thrill of fishing isn't gone; it's just a thinking problem. When the thrill
feels like it's fading away, go somewhere to a body of water that produces a
good days catch. When it's there, go and get it.
day started fair and it ended as a disappointment, because the fishing wasn't
too good on this spring season. My mouth was very parched when I climbed out of
the gorge at the power plant located on the lower river. I dragged myself in the
car and drove to the convenience store to take care of this thirst before I
trample into work.
arrived at work knowing I had to keep thinking about my morning adventure. My
brother was up to something because he kept dialing the telephone asking for
different people. When I was in the middle of thinking about my morning venture,
I interrupted myself by wishing I could get sick of catching many fish somewhere
else. Before I could continue to tell my brother of my morning adventure down in
the gorge, my brother interrupted by insisting upon putting his two cents in,
and then asking me if I wanted to go to Seneca Lake Sunday and he could help me
get tired of catching perch. Without a chance for any details, I hurried to say
it was only Tuesday, and the day I'm going to wait so patiently to come, is our
trip to catch perch Sunday. One way I kept busy 'till Sunday's trip to Seneca
Lake is go fishing some more. Lake Ontario is the choice to help fill this gap
between these long days of wait. I am catching Lake Trout near the shores of
Lake Ontario where the Niagara River leaves a steady current. As Friday's
fishing adventures ended, Saturday was here in a wink. The plan was to pack
things up Saturday night because it takes only two hours to arrive at this
wide-open space of water. We can make a reservation at a motel and be rested up
for Sunday's big day on Seneca Lake. Wednesday and Thursday came and went in a
night finally arrived, and with the proper gear packed, we hit the road. My
brother and I top the road trip off with a hot cup of coffee and a dozen of
Hostess' best donuts. In our discussions, a deal was made that money is bet for
the first, most, and biggest fish caught. I was exhausted halfway into the ride,
so I decided to doze off into a dream.
those fish I caught in the Niagara River, were enough to build a dream on. I
dreamed I was sitting under a tree counting the money I won at Seneca being
fanned by a warm spring breeze. I looked at the channels of the heavens and seen
a big silver dollar shining down on the purple mountains majesty.
a quick catnap, we were 15 minutes away from our perch waters for tomorrow.
During this time, I noticed an old Mail Pouch tobacco sign fading on a barn.
This sign blasted the past because I used to chew. We arrived at the motel and
snickering at their WELCOME sign, because it stated Seneca Lake is the Lake
Trout capital of the world.
Morning came, and we awoke early to launch the boat. All day we were catching Chain Pickerel, and their action kept the day entertained. The day ended with an excellent days fishing. It was very late in the afternoon when we had our run with all the Perch.
packed up, after a long successful Sunday at Seneca. The day ended when we
enjoyed a can of beer mixing with the taste of cheese, after we filleted our
catch at home. P.S. I won all bets.
|The Orange Sky||Peace Of Mind|
|Time To Kill||Lucky Cal||The Last Day|
|The Last Day Cont...||Beating The Odds||Gifts Unanswered|
|Down Below||Jim Presario||The Great Getaway|
|Catch and Release||A Reel Christmas||The Bar|
|Wide Open Spaces||One More Day||The Power Of Silver|
|A Lesson Learned||Crawlers by Night||Back to Index|
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