Fishy Fishing Days

The close trip dip, I drifted away to, for my piece of heaven, considering the gas prices and all. I took bait I could eat for lunch as well. I fished these holes on this river, for years.

I wasn't alone, and one of the same old ,same old was reeled in, just as I sat. You caught almost always white-fish, wild trout, or planted trout, without the teeth.

I never expected to pull in a fish with my private mix, such as this. It was more face than body, and only of about five inches, but a wide load! Looked more like a toad. I figured it was a cat-fish of some kind, as I couldn't hear it croaking! I didn't want to get pricked, or stabbed.

I just had been bit, by a brown spider, a week earlier. I couldn't hardly even hold a glass. I got freezing cold in 100 degree weather. I went to bed with several covers on, and the heat. Heat on in the summer, at 100 degrees, not so bad, if you been poisoned!

Getting back to this toad-like-catfish, that swallowed that hook better than I really wanted to know. I decided to try and cast the fish off the other way, where their were only drinking fountains, so I thought.

I tried and tried again, and this dirty son of a gun, just got more dirty, but wouldn't let loose. Finally, I tried a whale of a cast, and you won't believe what happened, right in front of the general public, on the bridge above me, caught in a traffic jam, to boot!

Just try and guess, well long enough, let me tell you. "Be sure you look for telephone wires, as that dirty young or old I don't know of a catfish, was plum-dum wrapped for good. I had to cut the line after several attempts, to undo it's line, and didn't want to be fined, big time.

I went back a week later and it was still on the high wire, along with a pair of tennis shoes. I'm just glad it was high enough, to where I didn't have to smell it, or those old shoes, to boot!

My nephew was with me, this trip. I was teaching him the push button cast, and he sure enough released moving his arm back-wards, as I guess he thought he lost his bait, God only knows why. A bike trail was only ten feet behind, and yes you guessed it,
the hook, line, and sinker landed in his wheel, and he almost wrecked. Lucky that old fish-toad-catfish wasn't on his line, or I'm sure he would have wrecked, psychologically as well.

I went cat fishing years later, and the bugs were biting as well as the fish. It was always a good spot, but the bug bites, made your so called great catch not so great. Finally I sat next to a Indian, and knew he had esoteric eccentric tricks, to cope. Antidotes for these crazy bug bites, and I was willing to pay.

At no charge he stated,"That if you take plenty of vitamin B, the mosquitoes won't like the way your blood tastes". I caught a whole stringer full of cats, and the bugs, didn't even take second thought of. I also caught a dog, as I took to long to cast out, and he went for my out of water home-made bait. We were able to get the hook out with no stitches, thank God!

By the way, that wired cat, some probably practical joker told me, that the reason you can't see it swinging in the wind, is cause a small child with bike basket caught it, as she was forced to stop, with a flat-tire. I even doubt this. Child-hood fish abuse, I don't know?