And so, we guys woke up early today for our anticipated fishing trip. it’s been awhile since my last visit to the lakes and rivers of Indiana, so I was really eager for a big catch. after a short trip to Kroger for some food supplies and the local bait shop for several boxes of worms, we headed towards Pine Grove lake. it took me awhile to set up my fishing rod, but after a single cast, I immediately got a fish!! too bad it was a wee bit too small (I never seem to understand why my luck at fishing always involve the smaller ones), so I released it back to the waters. while we were busy with the fishes, one of the guys started a campfire to barbecue the sausages that he bought earlier. and so we had brunch consisting of hotdogs and root beer. man it was great...
it’s kinda ironic that a year ago, I thought fishing was lame and boring. you wait for hours from morning till dusk, waiting for the goddamn fish to bite that wiggly, foul-smelling worm on your hook and you just sit around doing absolutely NOTHING. back then I thought the whole thing seemed pointless. but all that changed when I first caught my own fish. the feeling was incredible. I never thought that playing short game of tug-of-war with a fish would be exciting. although the dumb fish was way too small (it’s not even qualified to be a fish finger) but who cares? I got a fish and I got it on my own!!! I guess now I understand why "real men" dig fishing...
anyway, a few hours later my roommate hit the jackpot. at first we thought it might’ve been a stupid river terrapin/turtle that accidentally bit the hook or sth, but shit, the thing turned out to be some huge Arapaima Gigas-look-alike. it took 3 guys to land that heavy mofo but it was worth it. the damn thing was huge!!! although we were thrilled, all of us were kinda envious of him. we were determined to get sth even bigger (the fish he caught today broke Jimmy’s record last year, where he caught a mean, sadistic-looking catfish abt an arm’s length). later on, another fella got a bite and it also turned out to be another big one. the bastard was struggling in the water, thrashing abt in an insanely manner, like a man who’s just been sodomized by bull, and to our dismay, after several minutes of splashin’ and yankin’, it managed to escape. yes, it was terrible. a chance to get what could probably be the mafia of the fishes at the lake and it got away.
sometimes, when a fish somehow manages to nibble your worm and escape unharmed, you can’t help but feel that Nemo is somewhat mocking you. I mean, the damned thing is just a fish, so it’s kinda insulting to know that it’s capable of “outsmarting” you. while I was just minding my own business, watching over my fishing rod in case of any bites, suddenly I saw two bulging eyes appearing on the water, only a few meters away from where I was standing. it was another big fish!! and it was just poking its head, teasing me like some stripper(or this chick I happen to know), altogether making me so pissed off since it was so close and yet I wasn’t able to catch it. ARGHH!!! oh well, maybe I’ll get lucky next time...
