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Edited by Mark Daul
(Outdoors Niagara Webmaster)
Edited by Mark Daul
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WIDE OPEN SPACESThe thrill of fishing isn't gone; it's
just a thinking problem. When the thrill feels like it's fading away, go
somewhere to a body of water that produces a good days catch. When it's there,
go and get it. The day started fair and it ended as a
disappointment, because the fishing wasn't too good on this spring season. My
mouth was very parched when I climbed out of the gorge at the power plant
located on the lower river. I dragged myself in the car and drove to the
convenience store to take care of this thirst before I trample into work. I arrived at work knowing I had to keep
thinking about my morning adventure. My brother was up to something because he
kept dialing the telephone asking for different people. When I was in the middle
of thinking about my morning venture, I interrupted myself by wishing I could
get sick of catching many fish somewhere else. Before I could continue to tell
my brother of my morning adventure down in the gorge, my brother interrupted by
insisting upon putting his two cents in, and then asking me if I wanted to go to
Seneca Lake Sunday and he could help me get tired of catching perch. Without a
chance for any details, I hurried to say ''YES''! Here it was only Tuesday, and the day
I'm going to wait so patiently to come, is our trip to catch perch Sunday. One
way I kept busy 'till Sunday's trip to Seneca Lake is go fishing some more. Lake
Ontario is the choice to help fill this gap between these long days of wait. I
am catching Lake Trout near the shores of Lake Ontario where the Niagara River
leaves a steady current. As Friday's fishing adventures ended, Saturday was here
in a wink. The plan was to pack things up Saturday night because it takes only
two hours to arrive at this wide-open space of water. We can make a reservation
at a motel and be rested up for Sunday's big day on Seneca Lake. Wednesday and
Thursday came and went in a flash. Saturday night finally arrived, and with
the proper gear packed, we hit the road. My brother and I top the road trip off
with a hot cup of coffee and a dozen of Hostess' best donuts. In our
discussions, a deal was made that money is bet for the first, most, and biggest
fish caught. I was exhausted halfway into the ride, so I decided to doze off
into a dream. All those fish I caught in the Niagara
River, were enough to build a dream on. I dreamed I was sitting under a tree
counting the money I won at Seneca being fanned by a warm spring breeze. I
looked at the channels of the heavens and seen a big silver dollar shining down
on the purple mountains majesty. After a quick catnap, we were 15 minutes
away from our perch waters for tomorrow. During this time, I noticed an old Mail
Pouch tobacco sign fading on a barn. This sign blasted the past because I used
to chew. We arrived at the motel and snickering at their WELCOME sign, because
it stated Seneca Lake is the Lake Trout capital of the world. Morning came, and we awoke early to launch the boat. All day we were catching Chain Pickerel, and their action kept the day entertained. The day ended with an excellent days fishing. It was very late in the afternoon when we had our run with all the Perch.
We packed up, after a long successful
Sunday at Seneca. The day ended when we enjoyed a can of beer mixing with the
taste of cheese, after we filleted our catch at home. P.S. I won all bets. THE END
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