I scooped up my Yeti coffee mug, slapped my coat pocket, hearing the reassuring jingle of my car keys, and pocketed my cell. I switched off the old lamp and closed the main door with a sleepy thud, as I stepped off into the early morning abyss.
An Ode to Grayling
Suddenly, after staring into the depths for several minutes, I spotted the first one. Like a porposing Dolphin, a giant male Grayling sped for the surface. No doubt chasing an emerging insect to the top of the water column, momentarily breached the surface - his dorsal fin showing shades of red, pink, orange and an aqua-hue. The erect fin mimicked an old sailboat sail, fully hoisted, trimmed, and catching the current.
Strawberry Warfare 🍓
Settling my early morning sleep-deprived mind, I refocused now on the bait box, where my small bait catapult lay atop a heap of candy-coated warriors. I grabbed a handful and poured them into the awaiting ballistic bucket. Once the payload was full, I pulled back on the elastic band and took aim.