The Bass

I went fishing near Prattsville. I didn’t have much luck, but I saw some nice big fish. Then I felt a tug on my line. I had a fish. It got off. Two more got off but I still had some hope. Two more casts. Still no luck. But then I had a fish on my line. This one I had properly hooked. 30 seconds later I had a fish a rock bass. It was about 7 inches long. I let it go and watched it swim off.

Publicado el 17 de julio de 2024 por callicladium