So, four shops later we found one that carried the necessary fishing supplies during the "off-season" and we began our fishing expedition. Alicia fished while I sampled the next well with a different kind of pump and then we traded off. We tried different fishing techniques...
I was a little lazier and hooked the string to a stick for the more traditional method of bouncing the line and waiting for a bite.
"No way!" I said to myself, trying to contain the excitement I felt when the line went tight and my stick began to bend under the weight of a mysterious "big one" at the end of my line. I began reeling 'er in slowly making sure I didn't jerk the line free, as my dad taught me years ago on the lake. If it works for fish, it must work for pumps. Once the pump was in sight coming up the well, I shouted to Alicia across the field to share the excitement.
"Dad, I caught the big one!" My dad will be so proud. He is an expert fly fisherman and I want him to know I remembered what he taught me about fishing (although I'm not experience with fly fishing) What a silver beauty, weighing all of about 5 pounds and measuring about 12 inches.
At least we can tell the boss we didn't lose the very expensive pump after all!
1 comment:
Right on! You rock.
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