The phone rang last night and it was my newfie buddy Todd on the other end. He asked me if I wanted to go fishing tomorrow and all I could say was “let’s do it”. We made arrangements to meet down at the river and slay out some of the Bow River finest trout. I arrived thirty minutes before he did and was greeted by a Coyote who was down beside the water getting a drink of the fresh water. He took sight of me and disappeared into the trees that lined the bank.
I then pulled my first lure out of my backpack and tied it on the line as fast as I could and fired it into the cold water of the Bow River. As I was fishing I could not help but notice the water level has risen. I was intensely staring into the river waiting for that first trout. As I was looking over my shoulder to see if the coyote was back, I feel a big pull on my line and the fights on.
I battle the bow river bullet for a couple of minutes; she’s back and forth, up and down the river and than she run out of gas. I pulled her over the ice that lined the bank and gently pulled the hook from her mouth. She still had some fight left in her while she was on the bank. I calmed her down as I knelt over the ice to put her back into the cold water. She took a couple of seconds to start kicking again but darted back to her hole very quickly once she could breathe again. I smiled to myself and slowly wiped my hands dry. My friend arrived and we discussed what had just transpired and he too could not wait to get his lure wet. The pure fun of fishing, I cannot think of anything I would rather be doing.
