I have always loved fishing as long as I could remember. So when we moved to the country and purchased some land in a community that had not one, but two lakes, I was in heaven.
My desire was to live someplace where I could just up and go fishing anytime that I wanted. Also, it’s been a dream of mine to one day catch a trophy fish.
The thing was I lent my fishing rod and reel, along with some other fishing gear to a buddy of mine, as he wanted to borrow it to go fishing with his dad. It ended up that somebody had broken into his garage and stole everything that I let him borrow!
To make things worse I felt terrible because that meant I’d have to get all new fishing gear. Well I knew it wasn’t by friend’s fault, but at the same time, I was really feeling bummed out by all of this.
The problem was since we lived so far out in the country, we had to travel at least one hour or so to get to a sporting goods store. That meant by the time we got there, got what we needed and got back a few hours were shot. Then something amazing happened.
I ran into a guy I knew that lived in our community and he said that he knew someone who lives right up the road that loves to fish also, and he might have some fishing gear he could lend you. I thanked him and said that sounds great. I’ll check it out.
My plan was to look him up to see what he had and if he’d be will to loan me a rod and reel. But then there was a problem.
Everytime I went to his house I could never catch him at home. This went on for several days. I kind of figured that he was out of town.
At the end of that week, we ended up touching base and he said he had several rod and reels. In fact, he ended up giving me not only a rod and reel but threw in a loaded tackle box to boot. I couldn’t thank the man enough!
As a result of all this, I made a dash down to the lake and cast out my line. It seemed like hours and nothing — not even a single bite. Then just when I was about to pack it in, got another bite and snagged him. The fish put up a pretty good fight, but eventually reeled him in. It was a real beauty — a 7 pound,16 inch long, large mouth bass! That just made my day.
I felt on top of the world. This had been the first time that I actually fished in that particular lake. You can bet that I will be fishing there again. It may not have been the biggest fish ever, but it sure made me feel proud.