Losing a Catch After Its Caught!

Part 3: Weather Disaster Almost Ruins Day

More of this Feature • Part 1: Fish in December? • Part 2: Great Fishing, Then They Are Gone • Part 3: Weather Changes Almost Ruin Day  Join the Discussion "This reminded me of the time I had a six pound cat on a metal stringer out on the end of the dock.  I picked it up to show it off and the cat flipped, the clip opened, and I lost it. Have you ever lost a fish after landing it?" Ronnie  Past "Fishtales" • One Year Ago - 12/4/00 - The Storm, Dangerous Fishing Two Years Ago - 12/13/99 - Grandfather's Fishing Tips Three Years Ago - 12/14/98 - Fish Attractants Four Years Ago - 12/08/97 - Bass Bait   Related Resources  • Picture of Fritz's Fishing Hole • Fritz' Cat • Fritz's Biggest Bass - at one time!

by Fritz Nordengren
Producer - Co Founder
New Media for Non Profits
www.nmnp.org

I catch about 30 fish. I'm really enjoying the day when I realize the water has turned a funny shade of green. I look up at the sky and the sky has turned the same shade of green. Thunder echoes in the distance as I see lighting above. From the side, I get a blast of warm air. From the front, I get a blast of cold air. One more blast of warm, then the rain starts.

Then the wind shifts direction and picks up speed. As waves start to lap over the side of the boat, I turn around and beech the boat on the South shore. I put on my rain jacket as the rain turns to a downpour and visibility drops.

Oh yeah. Then the hail starts.

As I write this, I am able to look at the weather data for today. Just before the rain, at 1:30 it was 66 degrees with visibility of 8 miles.  Six minutes later, at 1:45, it was 55 degrees with visibility of .8 miles 9 minutes later it was 51 degrees.

So in the hail, I wrestle with this thought: do I turn the boat over and use it for shelter, and there by loosing my catch AGAIN? Or just ride it out. By this time, I've copped an attitude, so I keep the fish and tough it out. By 2:15 the rain was mild, the wind was now out of the NORTH and that meant it would be almost forever oaring my way to get home.

I was mad, so out of spite, I cast one more time, just to show the world who is boss. Caught I nice crappie, and then oared my way back to the dock, using the tiny bit of motor I had left.

Dang, I love fishing.

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