My plan was to cast my fishing net and then relax by the lake and write away on my pad as I often do with ease, sitting by a large body of water.
This Saturday morning I got into my four-wheeler with my fishing boat in tow, and went fishing with my friend Alex. It is not as though I'm an expert fisherman or lucky with a fishing tack. I just fish for fun.
As I placed the bait on my hooks, the imagination of a great catch played on my mind. I was no longer thinking of fishing for fun. It was now, fishing for dinner, without which I would have to scout for the nearest fish market, as my appetite for fish was getting unusually high.
Anyway, I positioned my net in the surprisingly calm waters of lake Michigan and then sat quietly in my boat listening to jazz music which Thelonious Monk recorded in Paris at the Olympia studio, back in the Spring of 1965.
No sooner was I getting into the groove of the music while sipping on some home made mixture, when my net shook violently. I looked down, grabbed the net and we rapidly pulled back, and whala, there was a nice family of cat fish trapped.
I think it was more a function of luck coupled with timing in the wee hours of the day rather than some technique that made this happen.
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