toothed pike

Now, now it's the time to tell you something about fishing. The first post's been already published and nothing on fishing. The story must take a twist.

Today I woke up at 6; the alarm clock didn't have to wake me up, I got up at more or less 6:15 and had quick breakfast. I grabbed my angling stuff and went to the lakes to see if there was something waiting for me in the water. The outside welcomed my with a chilly breath of the morning air. I couldn't see the buildings in front of me, foggy as though it'd been November already.

Pedalling hard, I was getting closer and closer to the destination of that time. I covered the distance of about 5 kms in about 17 minutes, and got off the bike, put on my overalls and did what I should have then, but the damned creatures dwelling in the depths of the lake gave it a shit.

At 8:45, I was beggining to think that it was time for going back home, a few last casts and fishing was over for that time.

The trip back was a good one. Nothing bad happened. None wanted to assasinate me or to rape me (which could be not that bad actually), or to drive me over. I got home and rearranged the contents of my rucksack and went to TTC. The lecture, as you may know, took its ordinary course of action, let's speak of it in that mild way.

The history repeats itself.

I went to the lakes again. One pike must have been a bit attraced by my bait. I was reeling hard and it still didn't move. I tried harder and it gave up a little. The distance between me and the fish was shrinking slowly but smoothly. Last 2 meteres. I can see it, I can see it. Already thinking that Domnika would appreciate my booty.... the toothed suprise said good bye. Easy come, easy go....