By
Mae Ondracek
©2001
Living in
Minnesota, near one of the smaller of the 10,000 lakes, was a great fishing
experience. Northern, walleye, perch,
and if lucky, we could find a spot to hook blue gills. Feasting on fresh fish was always a treat
until….
About 7
P.M. one evening, we rowed out to our favorite sandbar, then backed off a
little ways. Fishing was great until
dusk, when I suddenly felt something looking at me. I looked up to see the largest fish head I had ever seen. All I could do was point; not a word escaped
my lips. My husband turned around just
as the head disappeared below the waters surface. Seeing nothing, he laughed at me and said the darkness was
playing tricks on my eyes.
Soon I yelled,
“There it is again!” As hubby turned
around, the fish leaped part way out of the water and we were surprised to see
it was a three-foot section of a northern fish, with a head almost as large as
mine.
Hubby’s eyes
bulged out, he turned green, quickly picked up the oars and rowed like a mad
man. We arrived home in record time that
evening.
We did not go
fishing again for quite some time and when we did go back to our nightly
fishing trips, we always made sure we were home before 8:30 P.M. because we did
not want to see that fish again at 9 P.M. like we did before.