Saturday, October 18 2014 @ 09:54 AM EDT
Contributed by: Bill Thompson
The Sequel to Last Week’s Column
By Bill Thompson
When I wrote last weeks column I was in a definite dark state of mind and had pretty much given up on my pond. In a complete turnaround, on a whim, I decided to give it one more try before the season end. I knew that it was going to be a good evening when I pulled into the parking lot. One of my old friends was walking up to greet me. We chatted while I got into my waders and rigged up my fly rod. He said that he come early in the afternoon in hopes of some dry fly activity. The surface action was not to be, but he had caught some trout on wet flies. I waded in and started to cast when another old friend walked up from fishing the far end of the pond. When I inquired as to his luck, he replied with enthusiasm that he had done rather well. Another good sign I thought and began to cast again. To the left of me another friend suddenly hooked up and just as suddenly lost the fish. Another good sign, at least there were fish in the area. I continued to cast away with no results. And then the fellow who I had met on the way in hooked up and promptly landed a very nice Brook trout. He held him up and we all admired him with twinges of jealousy in our hearts.