The Story by Richard Maxfield 4-18-99 Come all friends and I will spin you a tale one with new colors, sights and smells early one morning before first light all was ready every thing just right sky was clear the moon shining bright I head for the lake ready for the fight the air was crisp and the lake so slick with my best pole and a few new tricks the day had promise and so much more anticipation of what was in store the smell of the lake fills the air to spend the day with out a care the sun creeping up I reach the spot two old stumps that had started to rot I open my box which bait do I pick out of thousand which one will do the trick maybe the silver ,green, blue or red they have been biting or so its said I pick up one not sure what it might be not much light I can barely see should it run deep or maybe on top should I crank fast or give it a stop with much thought I pick out the one ready to fish ready for fun with great care I tie the knot checking my line no sign of rot blue still water a slight bit of steam today was the day or so it seam I reach back to make the best cast my bait in the air fishing at last it lands on the water slight ripples that form the water explodes with the fury of storms my real screams out as line is striped I’ll catch this fish or I’ll be whipped my pole bent over almost in two the fish runs off what will I do she takes a great leap into the air what ever it takes I don’t really care a bigger fish I have never seen up on my wall if you know what I mean walks on the water with just her tail smoke from my real I start to smell she ran long she ran deep this one fish I had to keep I worked myself down the shore took back some line and then a little more she came closer to the bank she was big and she was rank the fight of a life was almost done what power she had, what fun I worked her careful as she grew close this was the fish I had wanted the most tired to the top she came this one fish had been so game net in hand her size was clear I had her at last there was no fear dark green speckled with black at least four inches across her back as she glided into my net almost mine but not quite yet my bait almost torn from her mouth she was a record the pride of the south I picked her up my bait came free laying in my net I was happy to see with triumphant joy I turned to the shore one more jump she had in store with just one flip of her tail In to the air she freely sailed with a splash of the water she was gone broken hearted I headed for home my friends believe me they would not of the story of one fish and two stump that had began to rotBirth sign: Not entered
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