Wyoming2utah
09-13-2005, 05:12 PM
After sludging through the muck associated with almost any cow pasture, I carefully eased my tin and cat-gut liter out of my vest and lowered the cat-gut into the water before placing it back into the water-filled tin. I don't know why they call the liter cat-gut...if you asked me, it looked nothing like the innards of any feline I'd ever seen. Maybe it was made out of a cat's guts...I don't know. Anyhow, I always hated it when I hurried too quickly and didn't allow the cat-gut to soak long enough. So, I yanked the Granny Smith from my front pocket and horsed it down allowing its sweet insides to ease what little hunger I had. Then, I reopened the tin and checked the cat-gut...I was ready...
Ready to find my bait. I began to kick cow flops; first one, then another. In hopes of avoiding any softies, I kicked until I found what I was looking for--worms! Of course any angler knows that nightcrawlers can be found under moist cow flops and I was no different.
After tying a hook to my cat-gut liter, I cut a worm in half with my thumb and pointer finger mindless of the slime that dripped from my fingers and threaded my hook with half of the nightcrawler--no sense in wasting bait if the fishin' is good! I then carefully rigged my rod, checked my gear and crept slowly up to the bank careful not to spook any nearby fish. Confidently, I plopped my worm into the water. The current of the stream caught my hook and worm and pulled it underneath the bank. Brown trout love to hide under banks and I knew that if fishin' was going to be good, I would soon know.
The nighcrawler drifted slowly until it hesitated in the backwater of the corner pool near the bank and then I felt a fish strike. It tapped the line first barely disturbing the natural bend of my rod but quickly engulfed the nightcrawler completely hanging on the end of my cat-gut. That's when I let him have it! Kind of like whackin' a rat with a club, I jerked the rod upward setting the hook deep into the fish's stomach. Then, after hooking the fish, playing it, and watching it slide hesitantly but forcefully onto the bank, I smiled and placed my first brown of the day into my basket. I knew fishing would be good!
Ready to find my bait. I began to kick cow flops; first one, then another. In hopes of avoiding any softies, I kicked until I found what I was looking for--worms! Of course any angler knows that nightcrawlers can be found under moist cow flops and I was no different.
After tying a hook to my cat-gut liter, I cut a worm in half with my thumb and pointer finger mindless of the slime that dripped from my fingers and threaded my hook with half of the nightcrawler--no sense in wasting bait if the fishin' is good! I then carefully rigged my rod, checked my gear and crept slowly up to the bank careful not to spook any nearby fish. Confidently, I plopped my worm into the water. The current of the stream caught my hook and worm and pulled it underneath the bank. Brown trout love to hide under banks and I knew that if fishin' was going to be good, I would soon know.
The nighcrawler drifted slowly until it hesitated in the backwater of the corner pool near the bank and then I felt a fish strike. It tapped the line first barely disturbing the natural bend of my rod but quickly engulfed the nightcrawler completely hanging on the end of my cat-gut. That's when I let him have it! Kind of like whackin' a rat with a club, I jerked the rod upward setting the hook deep into the fish's stomach. Then, after hooking the fish, playing it, and watching it slide hesitantly but forcefully onto the bank, I smiled and placed my first brown of the day into my basket. I knew fishing would be good!