| “You got any personal experience with them?” Jess asked. “Nope. Never gave them much thought until now. Other than hearing a few stories.” George replied. “I guess you won’t be able to say that again huh?” “What?” “Not having any personal experience with them.” “Oh yeah. That’s right.” George always was a bit of an amazement to his friend Jess. The way the guy just took whatever was thrown at him and then he would deal with it like it happened every day no matter what the subject. They had a great friendship. Jess helped George with civilized tasks like doing taxes or picking out furniture but when it came to anything outdoors, he would always trust his friend’s judgement. They baited their poles and threw them out. The woops and odd-sounding chatter began again just as the sun was exiting this side of the planet. George stood up and breathed in the fresh moist warm air coming in off the lake and then he looked up at all the stars beginning to make their nightly appearance. No clouds and just that casual warm breeze blowing in from the west was an excellent sign they would again have good fishing. They were not disappointed as the fishing poles began bending over about an hour after dark had set in. They would be sitting there watching the glow sticks tied to the end of their poles and when one would quickly bend down it was a sign the bait had been taken and there was a fish on the line. Most times only one of them would have a fish on so it was made possible that the other could provide the flashlight illumination needed to bring the fish in to shore. They had a net but most times chose to just get the fish up on shore and then deal with it. next page |  |