bumping my own shit.
i went out fishing for money bait sometime in december with some sweet ass worms.
by catch! handsome hatchery ex stockie. this bitch fought like a beaver. gross. but fun on a old glass spinning rod and 2lb ice line.
the el nino (c farley - spanish for the nino) stomped all over the ice season. but i got out twice. once for pike and once with my son and his buddy.
the moon was spectacular in setting. i wasn't going to let any assholes beat me to the spot. i got there ungodly early and drank coffee and smoked. i measured the moon set by fingers held up to the horizon line. when it was gone, i drilled in my shit.
i lost a fish to a snag. the motherfucker had run off 200 yards of line and wrapped me around some wood. this was bad omen. was that my only flag of the season? how big was the fish? we may never know.
oh shit! joe got a flag.
it got slow. i looked around at dead stuff, as you do.
once, a deer died here. it thought nothing.
oh shit! chad got a flag. little fella.
and another! little better, but no giant. we wonder about the fish that stumped me.
it gets slow. we nap. drink beers. eat sandwiches. talk shit.
the shitty part. i wonder about the fucking stump fish.
exmilitary. it go it go it go it go it go. guillotine.
i got out with the kids! my wife dressed my daughter up like george clinton but my little man looked the part.
we got a fat ass pickerel which got the kids all fired up.
plenty of delicious bass.
flew a plane around, played hockey.
when they left i put my feet up and sat there like a moron waiting for one more flag.
then jammed all the shit back into my company car.
a couple weeks later, joe texted me a heartbreaking picture. i knew immediately what it was. no fucking way, i said. how big?
only a teen fish, some kid got it when joe was out there. we were both relieved that the hook was in the corner mouth and the fish was healthy and still feeding. less the lip ring treble jewelry this kid released it, good man.
the el nino stomped on with inches of rain and fifties. the fat lady sang.
till next year.
elk steak, taters, corn, milk.