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Stories By Santo Anthony Lucente
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Trout Fishing
It's a cool spring day. It looks like it would be perfect for fishing. I remember back a couple of years when I did go fishing. I believe that fishing stories never get old. I was stationed at a United States Air Force base in upper state New York. The base was about one mile from Lake Champlain. There were many lakes, river, streams, and ponds within a short drive from the base. One morning I got up around five o'clock to try to catch some brook trout. I stopped at the local bait and tackle store and picked up a couple of items you need before you go fishing. I purchased a couple of cans of soda and water. I picked up night crawlers and worms because sometimes the trout would like a choice. Let me try to explain what happen on this day. I driven for about an hour to a winding part of the river where I saw a calm pool. The one problem I had was getting to the edge of the river. I had to hike to get to the edge. It was a very thick wooded area so it took me half an hour to reach the river. The pool was located off of the main river but it still had a slight current to it. I set up my fishing pole for trout fishing. I tied on a weight that was just heavy enough to slow down the bait while it was in the current. I used a small trout hook. I also used a small bobber to help the bait to move around in the pool. You have to watch the bobber very careful to see when the trout bite. Shortly after casting into the pool I had a bite. I missed the first fish so I casted back out to the pool within a couple of minutes I had a bite. This time I set the hook. When fishing for trout you don't have to set the hook hard because, he brook trout have a small mouth. This time I hooked the trout. He put up a good fight for such a small fish. The fish rose to the surface a couple of times before I had it on the shore. The fish was about ten inches long it had the brightest colors I had ever seen on a brook trout. For the next couple of hours I had fun catching a bunch of brook trout. The size stayed about the same. After catching these brook trout I would place them on a stringer that I had left in the water tied to a large stick. It was getting late so I figured I would pick up my stuff and head to the car. Remember, I had a good size hill to climb to get to the car. Just as I started picking up my tackle box I heard a loud noise coming from the other side of the river. I thought to myself what the heck is that? After a couple of minutes three baby black bear appeared on the other side of the river. It looked like a scene from a television show. The baby black bear kept coming toward me. At that time I figured it was time to go. But then I heard a loud snap on the other side of the river. Something was heading my way and it was taking down small trees to get to me. By this time I was halfway up the hill. As I reached the top of the hill I looked back to see what the noise was. This was the first time in my life I saw a Black Bear that close. This Black bear must have been the mother of those cubs. She looked very upset. She had to weigh in at around 180 pounds I was glad I left when I did. I would imagine the mother Black Bear could hurt me pretty badly. One more thing happen before I left that fishing spot. As I was throwing my tackle and fishing poles into my car. I just remembered I had left my brook trout at the edge of the river. I looked down toward the river. Can you guess what the mother black bear found? she was tearing the brook trout off the stringer. I'm glad someone enjoyed those brook trout. Written By Santo Anthony Lucente |
