Fish tale

Dear reader with this excerpt I am trying something different. Over coffee today I mentioned to my friends Rose and Kara that I was thinking of making posts about some of my adventures in Alaska. But thought it would not be of interest to those who visited. They said I should give it a try, so below is a short piece about a few minutes one morning, that remains forever in my memories. Please let me know if I should continue to post stories like this as part of my blog. But remember the story about opening Pandora’s box, when you comment.

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As the morning broke with an azure blue sky, I was finishing my coffee and preparing the boat for the days fishing. A noise alerted me and I looked over to the opposite shore as a cow moose and her young came to the waters edge for a drink. The water, between us, was alive with the mist rising like curling fingers of smoke from the clear smooth surface of the river. This I knew was to be a good day for fishing in the Nowitna wildlife refuge.

With my guests aboard and there gear ready I cut the engine as we silently drifted into a small feeder lake. It was perfect. The shore was lined with tall dark lush green grasses and the water was so clear you could see the bottom. Call me odd but in the total silence of this majestic place the sound of that first cast and the lure hitting the water was akin to the greatest symphony ever created.

Only a few seconds later the silence was broken by a storm of noise as monster Pike took the lure and fought for its life with every ounce of strength it had. The fury with witch it fought so amazed my guest that her facial expression went from a major smile to a look that said my God what have I gotten into.