Bad News For Productivity

 Here in our new neighborhood there are several nice ponds, home to alligators, turtles, fish and many species of birds. This morning, on the home stretch of our walk, Grace and I skirted the near shore of the pond nearest our house. Fish were snapping and popping the surface all along the edge and as far as thirty feet out - just within easy casting range.

I hurried home and found my rod and the box in which my fishing stuff was packed. By the time I got my line threaded and my hook, sinker and rubber worm installed, a good half hour had gone by. I snuck out without the dog and headed for the pond - a good three minute walk away - and flung my worm into the space between clusters of lillies. Within five seconds, I was reeling in a little ten inch bass. I released it and kept fishing. About five casts later I tied into one quite a bit bigger, but it broke the surface and shook my hook out of its mouth. That was enough to keep me fishing for another forty-five minutes without any more action. I know that I was only in on the last few minutes of the action we witnessed on the dog walk. 

Now that my gear is all set up, I fear that I will be running off to the pond at the pop of a fish mouth, come hell or housekeeping. Sorry boss.