If Darren was writing this you would not believe him.
We had spent a day or so at the lake before D put the boat in, but o Saturday evening he went out to try his luck. I settled down to read. After only an hour he came back, having caught loads of fish – he gave some to the people who were here for the day with their kids.
On Sunday we decided to go out for a proper explore of the lake, which was very large. We had been told the best fishing was to the East, at the further end of the lake from us, and that it narrowed, then opened out again at this east end.
Armed with books, towels, sunscreen, snacks etc we set out. Sure enough at the east end there was a hidden channel with dead trees growing in it that Darren navigated his way around into another pool with more dead trees.
We stopped on the shore and Darren got fishing. I kid you not when I say he was catching a fish every time within 15 seconds of throwing out his lure. Unfortunately we only have so much room in our freezer and D had to let many go. There was so little fun in the fishing itself, that Darren made a ‘fish tree’ out of the spoils. It was almost too easy; absolutely no effort or struggle was involved at all. It was almost boring! - - - Fishing? How can that be?
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