There's nothing worse than having to leave after
a good fishing trip. Typically, the last day's fishing is a maudlin affair;
knowing that another year's piscatorial potentials have come and gone, and
it certainly seemed to be shaping up that way as the boys headed into the
Rice River Sanctuary on their last day--a place generally stacked up with
fisherman---only to find it deserted. After an hour or so of fruitless
angling, the Fishkill Team agreed that the bite, indeed, was off.
Trolling time!
Once three crankbaits were loaded and locked,
the team headed out for their last bittersweet troll. Trolling is often
regarded as the tactic of last resort, but that assumption-- and the waning
hours mood-- changed decidedly when they got into some very respectable
walleye and capped off their trip in style.
Again, it was all James, as he lanced the
biggest 'eye of the trip. There's an old song that goes:
Despite the cold they endured, the rain they sat
through, and a their distressing, if temporary shortage in cigarettes, I
fully expect to report on Fishkill 2005 when the Fishkill Team returns next
year. I, for one, would be proud just to watch them. Especially Jeff. That
dude knows how to drive.
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