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Edited by Mark Daul
(Outdoors Niagara Webmaster)
Edited by Mark Daul
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THE GREAT GETAWAYHow Big Was It?
AAAAH!
Spring! When the warm air melts the snow and new life sprouts up, driving
my Ford truck on a very bright and cold winter morning, the extremely bright sun
that radiated through the truck windshield to warm me up like a toasted bun,
forced me to turn down the truck heat. In
thinking about a story to tell to an audience of fishermen standing around a
wood stove sipping coffee, Jon had slid to a halt for a traffic light. Looking
out the truck window, Jon studied some flashing cop car lights. The Police car
was stopped along side of the road and the cop was examining what appeared to be
a bullhead lying on the side of the road. Apparently it must have fell out of
somebody’s catch on the way home. He found this so weird, that Jon decided
this scene never existed. This incident did remind him of a bullhead fishing
trip. He began to brew up a good story to tell about the bullhead trip. It was in
mid-spring, the sky dropped record rains that year. Jon blamed the wet weather
on a fisherman friend that passed on recently because he lost the “big one”.
Since there are holes in the floors of heaven, every time he cried it rained.
However, this did not stop Jon from fishin’ in the earth’s mud and muck. The wiper
blades wiped the sprinkling rain off the windshield as Jon parked his truck.
Flicking his lit cigarette in a puddle of muddy water, he proceeded to gather up
his equipment to fish the night away at 4-mile creek. With four hours of
daylight left, Jon had no problem finding a spot on the banks of Sitting in
the dark, watching the lightening bugs float in the breeze while the amber of
the fire was flickering up to a moon lit sky. Jon adjusted the hickory twig in
his mouth. On a clouded moon lit sky, the moon cast a ray of light on the creeks
surface. Jon’s bobber bobbed on the moon lit surface and that caused ripples
all around it. The sky flashed when his bobber disappeared under the water. Jon
quickly set his hook on something that fought back like a dead head. He reeled
in close enough to reach his hand in the water and grabbed his catch. Seeing it
was a bullhead, it was the biggest he ever laid his blue eyes on. Freeing the
bullhead from the hook, a shackling crack of noise from the sky made Jon drop
his fish onto a damp ground. Reaching to pick his catch up, the bullhead wiggled
itself in the water and swam to freedom. Jon then stood up in disbelief that his
3-pound plus Bullhead just swam away. After a few more hours Jon packed it in
for the evening and left for home and a warm bed. The next
day, pulling in the driveway where the fishermen were keeping warm standing
around that wood stove and sipping coffee, Jon parked his truck and went inside.
Joining the gang around the wood stove and listening to their stories for a
while, Jon came up with his story and asked, “Has anyone heard about the 4
pound Bullhead I lost last night?”’ That Bullhead just got bigger…….
THE END DAVID’S WORDS OF WISDOM:
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