Learning to be patient hook, line and sinker
Posted Jul 29, 2010 By Tiffany Williams-Lepack
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Tweet ThisEMC Lifestyle - The small red and white bobber floated on top of the water as the wind blew through my hair. The water was calm and still. I bravely took a few more steps on to the rocky shoreline and I could see my prey.
The bass, sunfish and other little creatures were nowhere near my hook that had a big juicy worm. Only a few moments previous the worm had squirmed and wiggled as I carefully placed him in his final resting place.
I waited. Still no movement on the tell tale sign I might have a bite. As I waited I remembered some of my first fishing adventures. I have enjoyed fishing since I was a little girl. My dad would take me out in a little fishing boat and we would cruise the mouth of the Bay of Quinte. We never came home with any walleye but it was the memories that were most important. He taught me to show no fear and I happily played with the worms and the fish that we did catch.
My favourite place to fish is at our family cottage on a small lake in the Ottawa Valley and I try to escape there as much as I can in the summer. Although I still have no problem putting the worm on, it has been a challenge to put my thumb under the fish's tongue.
My thoughts were interrupted as the bobber took a dip under the water. I fiercely reeled in my line and I found the worm right where I left it. I sent him back out just beyond the rocky shoal and I started to wait again. I'm not a patient person, normally. Sometimes I don't understand why I enjoy fishing so much when most of the time is spent waiting for something to happen.
All of a sudden the bobber bounced up and down, I tugged hard but nothing was there. I could feel the fish mocking me as I'm sure it nibbled away at the worm. I tried to hook him again and nothing. I reeled in my line to find the worm was gone.
My husband came over and I let him have a turn with my rod, to see if he could do much better. Within a minute the bobber was gone and he was trying to bring in his catch. The fish dove deeper and tried to hide under the rocks. He kept reeling and quickly the four-pound large mouth bass was flailing around beside us on the grass. Our grandparents and other family members who were relaxing on the deck came out to see what all the commotion was. We posed for a picture and we saved the fish for later.
I was determined to catch something just as big as the one he had reeled in. I quickly walked out to the point and started the process again. Luckily, my first time in the bobber dashed under the water. I was extremely excited and could feel it was a big one. It splashed in the water as I managed to get it quickly to the shore then all of a sudden snap, the line broke. The previous four-pounder strained the line and all hopes of my big catch were gone. Now with the taste of victory closer I was even more determine to catch the big one. I waited even longer. I caught a few rock bass and in the past those would have impressed me but I wanted to catch something we could taste. I was ready to give up and everyone had gone in to get our dinner ready. Then it happened, like a bullet the bobber sunk. I knew I had to catch this one. I struggled and fought the battle. I tried to call for help. No one was there, my husband's father eventually appeared just as I pulled the fish out of the water. I managed to hold that beautiful three and a half pound large mouth bass, I even have the pictures to prove it. My patience was finally rewarded but I still can't help thinking about the one that got away!
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