| The Fog | |
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by Jim Hurt
Sure
enough, we pulled up close to the other boats and could tell by the depth finder
that we were over some rocky reefs. We
decided to fish and worry later about whether we were lost or not. We both figured the fog would soon be lifting.
Then we could see the cooling tower, and there would be no more cause to
worry.
“Fred,
according to the chart, my estimation of the direction we came from, the size
and shape of this reef, and dead reckoning, I think we’re right here.” I
stabbed my finger into the chart.
“Jim,
you are a bona fide nut case. You
don’t have the slightest idea where we are, and you couldn’t read that chart
if your life depended on it.” Fred
laughed.
“Okay,
but I do know we are in Lake Erie and there are bound to be some walleye around
here. Let’s fish!”
“Well
what are you waiting for? Hand me a
rod,” he demanded.
Right
off the bat, we each caught a nice walleye.
It looked like our luck was changing for the better.
We had found the walleye bite we’d been looking for.
“Fred, I could just kiss those guys we ran into at the restaurant last
night for telling us about this place.”
“Jim,
I knew you were pretty strange! Just
stay the hell away from me!”
“Oh,
you know what I mean. I’m just glad we’re finally catching some fish,” I
said as I hooked and started reeling in another walleye.
“Yes,
by golly, I believe I know what you mean, my boy,” Fred joked as his rod bent
double with the weight of another hefty walleye.
Within
about two hours, we had our limit, which was only seven fish each, and we had
not moved very far from where we had started fishing.
The fog was still as thick as ever.
“Jim, we better be going. We
have to find our way back, clean these fish, and head for home.”
“Yeah,
I know, but I’m not worried about finding our way back.
We just head southwest till we see land, and by then we should be able to
see the cooling tower.”
“Okay,
let’s see if that works.”
We
fired up the boat and headed in. Within minutes, we couldn’t see more than
about fifty feet ahead. “Man, it’s
as thick as pea soup out here!” I said.
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