But it was worth it. In spades.
Gary Meyers
Kirkland
I used to live in Phoenix in the late 80's, and used to fish some of the local area man-made lakes. Most were stocked with bass, and although many were small, every once in a while a good 'un would get on the line.
I took my girl friend's 10 year old son fishing on a nearby man-made pond, and gave him a couple of instructions on how to properly jig fish. After a few casts, my line 'came tight' like it sometimes does when a bass picks up a jig, and I set the hook. There was intial pull, then almost nothing. I stopped reeling, thinking that the fish may have come off, but then the line pulled at the end of the rod again. This same sequence happened a 6-8 times while I was reeling in; the line would pull, I'd pull back and wind, the pull would abate, I'd stop reeling, the line would pull again.
You can imagine my chagrin when I pulled in my prize and it proved to be a roller skate! Apparently, the skate was upright and on its wheels when I hooked it, so when I would stop reeling, gravity would pull it back down the smooth incline bank of the man-made pond, which would be the pull on the line, and of course there would be slight resistance from the skate as I reeled it in. The 10 year old and I have a great laugh out of that one.
