The Big Catch
My name is Koji Wolf a fisherman born and raised on the coast of florida and this is my story.
It was a calm saturday morning like any other, the sun was just rising over the ocean waves as the sound of surf began to fill my ears and the smell of sea salt entered my nose. I got up to watch my favorite fishing program as I did every saturday while enjoying a cold bowl of cereal followed by a warm cup of coffe and after doing my chores I grab my two rods and head for the beach.
As I neared the coast line I could see everything. Famalies were playing with their kids in the san while the girls wore the latest in bikini fashion and caught some rays from the bright florida sun, after purchasing a fishing liscence I searched the beach until I found a secluded spot by the pier, far from the noisy crowds and bait stealing seagulls as I set up my rods and readied a small picnic for myself.
My first rod was for light tackle as I used it to bring small shiny fish into the cooler for live bait while I scanned the horizon to see a small splash form from the feeding frenzy of some big fish ambushing a small school, once I gathered enough live bait I stuck my rod holder into the groud and casted my line toward to where I saw the feeding frenzy and waited as I munched on a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich after putting a bell on the rod.
A few of the locals who were on the pier waved at me and asked if I had caught anything yet before I simply shook my head "No", then a few of the local girls who had come to take a liking to me asked if they could catch some rays in my spot seeing as how they were constantly spied on by the pervs at the other side so being a gentlemen I allowed it as they walked a few feet away and undid their tops as they faced their backs to the sun.
After about ten miuetes the rod suddenly began to shake violently and the bell rung like crazy, dropping my sandwhich a raced through the sand, took off the bell and planted the rod on my waist as the reel began to scream as the line peeled off, the girls began cheering me on forgetting the were completely topless as I fought the fish on the line. Fearing that I would lose him to the reef I tigthened the drag a bit as the screaming of the reel began to slow down a little, then the scales tipped in my favor as I began to reel the sucker in bit by bit.
Then out of nowhere he exploded out of the water! A perfect eighty pound cobia, the perfect thing for a barbecue on the beach, the reel began to scream again as he shot off a good distance while I followed him into the water and I knew that this was one fish that would not escape me.
Line in and line out it was a constant stale mate until at last the fish surrendered as I finally caught a glimpse of him and dragged him onto shore as the girls and the locals on the pier cheered for me as I raised my rod and shouted in triumph, though my arms and legs were sore I was proud to have caught this beast as I gazed upon its magnificent body once again.
Photos were taken, the barbecue got started and I was even given a job as a fishing boat charter deck hand, also I managed to impress some of the girls who asked me when my next trip was and before long I cleaned out my rods of the saltwater, sold what was left of the fish to the market and was headed back to my beach house to prepare for another glorias day on the waters of florida.
The End.