Creekside
Adventure
By:
Greg Huibregtse
On a very serene day I went fishing for some prodigious smallmouth bass. These creek bottom was so austere that my feet felt rigid from wading in such a palpable manner. We caught many fish but they were pervaded. Towards the middle of the day I noticed that the current abated. After this I also noticed that we caught less fish, but much larger ones. We fished from down stream which gave us a benefit because the fish can’t be spooked. Casting my lure very carefully I let it plunge into the water about three feet from some rapids. As I was reeling I felt the line have an increase in tension so I set the hook.
A very furtive fish was on the end of my line. The fish traversed the river in about a second and that’s when I knew this was going to be a good fight. I stepped back to get better footing but only to have an acute pain in the back of my heel. I looked back for a second and caught a glimpse at a sharp rock drawing sanguine liquid from my foot. I tried not to think about my wound and proceded with the fight.
The fish pulled so hard that I had to step with bad foot to stay were I was. Immediately I felt much languor and closing my eyes to remind myself that I was strong. I sat down on a nearby rock and quickly started reeling. The fish pulled so I pulled back. All of the birds around me started quite a clamor during my fight. I then looked up and saw a falcon examining my fish.
The fish started to swim diagonally toward me so I moved my rod to where it was headed. It turned around so I reset the drag I brought the fish in. the fish must have been a good two to two and a half feet long. My foot still hurt but just said, “no sacrifice, no reward.”
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It was good, but a little hard to understand. Maybe it would be easier if the story was longer and the words were more spread out.