I checked the weather report and saw that Opening Day was to be hot, sunny, and calm. Not my favorite weather for musky fishing, especially when I can't escape to my west river hide-outs. So said I to myself, we're going to do something we haven't done in quite a while, we're going out at midnight. Now that's nothing new, I just haven't done it recently.
When I reached the Tonawanda boat launch, none to myself's or I's surprise I spotted two of my fellow sexagenarians, Tom Reinhardt and Carl Schenk (who, after further deliberation amongst myself and I, is beginning to look a lot like the wolfman). After the usual pleasantries we got ready to rock, roll and troll all night long (because that's what us sexagenarians do).
It being such a peaceful night I decided to run up to the harbor, which has been my opening day tradition for the past 30 years or so. And I set up to troll. At 1:30 I had my first fish. A big bass, which was quite small relative to a musky, so thought myself. Not what we're after. At 2:00, as I wondered why there was another boat here in my spot, I felt a tap on my lure, and then the line rips out. I pull the rod from the rod holder. Yes, I thought as it pulled line from my reel, it is a musky. And it felt decently heavy.
So now what do I do asks I to myself. Afterall, it's been a long time since I fished at night with only I and myself. Now, don't think I'm new at this. There was a time, albeit many lives ago, that I worked at day and fished at night. But most nights I had reliable partners - Mark Maghran, Jon MacSwan, and Dave Melfi - all capable anglers of the dark.
Perhaps the same cannot be said of myself. So I ask myself, what do I do now? Well answers myself, it is quite dark out, and I can't really see too well, the fish seems hooked quite well as it fights, so let's turn on the lights!
So I try to find the button on my remote for my spotlight, and while I fumble away I feel the lure fight free.
Oh my I thought, next time you fish solo at night, be sure to leave myself at home.
And that's all she wrote and quit at 6.
That's better than most of the short stories I read! At least you had one on