My Bad Dream

Type: Nontidal
Region: Western
Location: Dream

Last night I had a very bad and sad dream. I was fishing with my good fishin buddie, Patrick O�Toole just below the oxygenated water above the Dargan boat ramp. The giant Muskie which had eluded us for a few years now had inhaled Patrick�s (smaller) buzzbait. (It was smaller because the larger, just for Muskie, buzzer had flown away only moments earlier.) Anyhow, I digress! The considerable fishy foe put quite a bit of bend in Pat�s pole and stripped off a bit of line as the captain dutifully aksed if the drag was set properly as he expertly maneuvered the boat allowing Pat to gain some line on the predator. Patty replied in the affirmative as he skillfully prevented the toothy one from running under the boat. Then the bad dream turned into the nightmare as fish and buzzer parted ways with the inferior line which still wound its way around the spool of Patrick�s very adequate spinning reel. This, while the much stronger, more abrasive resistant braided line the captain had recommended set somewhere in Annapolis( or perhaps it was in the Jeep in the parking lot only a mile from the scene of the escape?) just waiting to be spooled onto the very same reel for the opportunity to show its strength. But, alas, the moment had passed and the result was devastating to fisherman and captain alike! Oh, the horrors of such night time musings. Then I awoke to realize the stark reality of what had really happened only to ask: WHY oh WHY do bad things happen to good fisherman?????