He was 11 years old and went fishing every chance he got from the dock at his family’s cabin on an island Links of London in the middle of a ffice:smarttags" />New Hampshire lake. ffice ffice" />

    On the day before the bass season opened, he and his father were fishing early in the evening, catching Links of London earrings sunfish and perch with worms. Then he tied on a small silver lure and practiced casting. The lure struck the water and caused colored ripples in the sunset, and then silver ripples as the moon rose over the lake.

    When his pea pole doubled over, he knew something huge was on the other end. His father watched with admiration as the boy skillfully worked the fish alongside the dock.

    Finally, he very gingerly lifted the exhausted fish from the water. It was the largest one he had Links of London jewellery ever seen, but it was a bass.

    The boy and his father looked at the handsome fish, gills playing back and forth in the Links of London moonlight. The father lit a match and looked at his watch. It was 10 P.M.-- two hours before the season opened. He looked at the fish, then at the boy.

    “You’ll have to put it back, son,” he said.

    “Dad!” cried the Links of London bangle boy.

    “There will be other fish,” said his father.

    “Not as big as this one,” cried the boy.

    He looked around the lake. No other fishermen or boats were anywhere around in the moonlight. He looked again at his father. Even though no one had seen them, nor could anyone ever know what time he caught the fish, the boy could tell by the clarity Links of London charm of his father’s voice that the decision was not negotiable. He slowly worked the hook out of the lip of the huge bass and lowered it into the black water.
 

Posted by: sdwdhsmd0311 at 02:06 AM | No Comments | Add Comment
Post contains 320 words, total size 4 kb.