Yesterday before I left my cousin’s place in the country, we decided early in the morning to go fishing in their backyard lake. Sort of my Fishing 101, lured by the good luck she had the other day when she caught a blue gill as big as my palm.
Letting James sleep-in as he unexpectedly had to work the whole week, he was too tired to prepare the second rod for me so my cousin decided to just teach me the rudiments while I took pictures. Actually I was relieved because I wasn’t ready yet to handle the earthworms for bait.
After several days of punishing temperature, pushing to three digits with high humidity, Monday was just temperate. Days before we couldn’t help but compare the weather to the Philippines which we thought we’ve gotten used to but apparently not. There was a cool breeze on Monday providing us respite from the heat. This time we actually enjoyed the weather and sitting outside was just perfect.
With chairs, mats and our morning coffee, we settled on the dock. My cousin hooked the worms and it didn’t take very long before she felt a big tug. I immediately helped her haul it, took out the bait and hook from the big mouth bass before transferring it to the other basket. I grasped it tight with my two hands but it wriggled and wiggled and fortunately for the fish, it lived to tell the tale of her scape from the soup pot because after that we didn’t catch anything.
We regaled James with our morning experience but he was unimpressed that we had nothing to show for it but a photo. If anything the picture is our proof that this is just not another fish tale.