Chris pitched his fish back in the water, and this time I got my line out before he did. My fly hit a nice pocket of water, and when I retrieve it, I felt some pressure and set the hook.
“You got one?” Chris asked.
“I’m not sure.” I said, bringing in something heavy. My rod was doubled over as I heaved up something from the depths.
“Oh WOW!” I said, happily.
“Is it a carp?” Chris asked with excitement.
“No, it’s a beautiful twig!” I said in awe, bringing up a weird looking piece of root.
“Let’s push on.” Chris said, and I hoisted the anchor up. We moved to the other side of the river to fish some springs that were flowing into the water.
“This is how it should be.” Chris said, happily as he hooked into a fish.
“It’s a double up.” I said, also hooking into one.
We quickly released our fish and went back to casting, and each hooked up again.
“Now this is what it should have been like this morning.” Chris said, heaving in another bass.
“You mean I could have slept in and you could have taken your time to miss the neighbor's fence?” I asked, and received a glare from Chris.
We had agreed we would be off the water by noon, to get some stuff done at home, but fishing had just picked up and therefore we couldn’t just leave.
“Whoa, did you see that?” Chris said, setting the hook, “That fish was in water less that six inches deep” he said with surprise.
“I did see that, and I thought you had hooked a rock.” I said, but the rock was fighting back.
“This is a nice one.” Chris said, and he wasn’t kidding. This was definitely going to be the big fish of the day, if he could bring it in. Every time Chris brought the fish in close enough to grab it the fish would bolt, splashing him in the process.
“Come here, you!” Chris said to the fish. His rod was bent to the point of breaking as the fish slapped the water right next to the boat.
“Gotcha!” He yelled, hoisting up his fish.
He dipped the large, smallmouth bass back into the water, and the fish sat there suspended for a second then, in a flash, turned on a dime to dive, splashing Chris right in the face.
“OH!” I yelled, and Chris stood up quickly.
“That was worth it.” Chris said with a smile.
“Well, it’s almost two, and I said we would be off the water by noon.” Chris said.
“I have a few things to get done around the house, so I am good to go when you are.” I answered back.
“Me too, and I have a fence to fix. Gah, that was stupid!” He said, and we motored our way back to the boat ramp.
I made it, I thought as the truck leveled out on flat ground. I wonder how Chris is, I thought looking into the rearview mirror. Chris’s glasses were askew, and he was clawing to get back up. The only reason why Chris didn’t fly out of the boat, was because the outboard motor was there to smack into; and if that wasn’t bad enough, the gas tank at the bottom of the boat was his landing ground.
“You know, you could have just said you were not comfortable with taking out the boat with a stick shift.” Chris said. There was nothing I could say back, because I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.
“Let’s see how much you are laughing when I send you the bill to put my back in alignment.” Chris said, laughing at his experience.
“Sorry about that, I thought I had it more under control and I was afraid I was going to roll back into the water.”
“After that, I think I would have chosen the water.” Chris said, rubbing his back.
“Well next time you can take the boat out.” I said.
“Or I’ll get the hell out of the boat before you do.” He said quickly. We were both a little hungry after fishing this morning, so after we had our gear put away we stopped at KFC for some lunch... you know... for something healthy.