Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Relaxing night Early Catch
When Mike arrived back at camp he found Paul and Sir Jon had already stowed their gear for the day and were sitting talking about the days events. Mike took up all the fish and headed for the cleaning house. He was going to clean them all. He was about half way to there when he here Paul call his name. "Hey, Mike would you like a little help cleaning all those fish? After all Jon and I did help you catch them. It's only right that we help clean them, called Paul" Mike motioned to him to come along and help out. After Paul and Jon came into the cleaning house Mike took the first fish and showed them both the easiest way to clean them. It took the three of them about an hour to clean all the fish they had caught, including Sir Jon's Northern Pike. The fish were washed and packed into gallon size storage bags marked and quickly frozen. They sat around the fire for a little while as it burned itself down to a bright red pile of coals. Then they all turned in for a few hours sleep before they would start again on their fishing adventure. Mike was up before the sun could peek its bright rays over the treetops. He grabbed some bait and headed to a spot he had been watching the past day or so. He quickly baited up his hook and cast it out, then sat back to see if a little early morning feeding would take place. He didn't even get a chance to set the metal coffee pot on the new bed of hot coals to brew. He grabbed the pot and headed towards the fire and his line was headed out fast, very fast. He grabbed the linen and pulled a bunch out and snapped the bail shut. He watched as the line got tighter and tighter. When it had finally reached the point of pulling off the spool again, Mike jerked backwards and over his right shoulder as hard as he could. His rod was high in the air and the fist battle of the day was on. Mike handled this one quickly as it was a little one that was very hungry. He landed several more of these eating size fish. To Mike and eating size fish is between three and eight bounds. He moved his cast about twenty yards upstream and let it drift into the school a few times. These fish were a little bigger that the eating size that he had caught just a little earlier. He made one more move before it would be breakfast time. This time he moved upstream about a hundred and fifty yards.
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