Outfitted in rain gear,
I'm getting ready to cast my jig and minnow
toward the shore. I place it perfectly in
the slight current that pulls it under the
overhanging tree branches. I'm only a
couple hours into our Canadian fishing trip
and feeling a little anxious. I have dreamed
of landing fish after fish. There seem to be
endless walleyes stacked on this wind-blown
point. I'm catching some of them. For the
first time ever, I am hooking more walleyes
than minnows.
I watch as my line drifts further from shore
toward the deeper water. Then comes the
familiar bump and a slight feeling of weight
on my rod tip. "There's one," I announce as
I over exaggerate another successful hook
set for all in our party to see. What follows is
another delightful battle and a glimpse of the
white spotted tail as it splashes the surface
trying to avoid the oncoming net. It's a fat
17-inch walleye, nobody's monster, but more
than good enough to place in the live well for
our shore lunch.
I'm feeling blessed to have this
opportunity. I would not have,
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