Fish after fish were pounding our poppers, and even the occasional big blue gill would swat our flies. It seemed like we could do no wrong. Every other cast was being hit by an aggressive bass willing to take a popper! Joe worked the east side of the pond, while I fished the west.
The dark came quick, but fishing hadn’t let up. We were starting to kick our way back to the truck, fishing along the way. As we got near the take-out point, the fishing had significantly slowed down. That didn’t stop me; I threw my popper near the bank, as if it could get hit at any moment, and sure enough a bass took!
“One last bass to end the night!” Joe said, happily. “Nice job!”
“Thanks, Joe!” I replied, as my fish kicked off. We got out of the water, and Joe checked his watch.
“Oh, man! It’s already 11 o’clock?” He said, shocked, “I have to be at work at 7 a.m.!” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I know what you mean, I have to be at work at 10, which means I need to wake up at 8.” I told Joe, who was not feeling bad for me at all, even after our late departure. It was definitely worth staying out late, even if Joe had to sacrifice sleep. He certainly is a trooper.