Gold Made Of Fish

Posted by: Alex Norgate on June 6th, 2017

As I’d promised everyone, including our friends Brad and Adele I would cook lunch, I went to get a few supplies from the nearby town. Thankfully Brad lent me his car, so I wouldn’t need to pack down the truck. On returning to the water Patricia had connected with a good fish. It moved out unhurriedly by the far margin, away from the reeds where it had been hooked. We all watched as the rod arched beautifully, something of promising size cajoling at the other end. It was the first fish Patricia had hooked in a while. She rarely fishes these days and only when the notion of hooking a fish isn’t too upsetting. I get it also, but because it’s something I’ve always loved doing I kind of ignore it, or seek justification but seldom do I reach it. 

The fish now much closer, churned the filmy surface plunging out of slight. Patricia readily gave line keeping a good amount of side strain, but not too much! Brad grabbed the net and I made use of my free hands with the camera. It was a powerful fish and was in no hurry to befall a landing net. I slipped into the boat and out beyond the action in the hope that I might capture some interesting footage. Ten or so minutes idled by, the fish resolutely avoiding the bank. After several more vigorous surges the fish waned edging closer. Then it was in the net. We all peered down like prospectors at a mine. But the gold was living. A gold made of carp, mirrored ingots glistening distant fire, flecks of gold leaf woven into scales under distinct smelling slime.Gold Made Of Fish

Brad hurried off to reposition one of his rods and I snapped a few shots before Patricia let the fish slip through the grass peppered margins; a procession of symmetric butterfly like scales armouring its wide back. We said our good byes and then with the flick of her tail the watery creature was gone. Gold Made Of Fish

We’d only been in the swim two nights when we noticed a nest containing three small eggs just to the right of our rods. It was a miracle no one had stepped on them. We waited quietly for half an hour to see if the owners would return. Eventually two ringed necked plovers came scouring the area and returned to the eggs. They we’re discreet but unfortunately each time we made the slightest movement they were gone again. The weather was very hot and the eggs needed shelter from the stifling heat, so we moved leaving them to it. Soon enough the father returned and since Patricia’s been keeping her eye on him, mostly making sure no one disturbs them and in the hope that she might glimpse a tiny baby Plover

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Gold Made Of Fish

Posted by: Alex Norgate on June 6th, 2017

As I’d promised everyone, including our friends Brad and Adele I would cook lunch, I went to get a few supplies from the nearby town. Thankfully Brad lent me his car, so I wouldn’t need to pack down the truck. On returning to the water Patricia had connected with a good fish. It moved out unhurriedly by the far margin, away from the reeds where it had been hooked. We all watched as the rod arched beautifully, something of promising size cajoling at the other end. It was the first fish Patricia had hooked in a while. She rarely fishes these days and only when the notion of hooking a fish isn’t too upsetting. I get it also, but because it’s something I’ve always loved doing I kind of ignore it, or seek justification but seldom do I reach it. 

The fish now much closer, churned the filmy surface plunging out of slight. Patricia readily gave line keeping a good amount of side strain, but not too much! Brad grabbed the net and I made use of my free hands with the camera. It was a powerful fish and was in no hurry to befall a landing net. I slipped into the boat and out beyond the action in the hope that I might capture some interesting footage. Ten or so minutes idled by, the fish resolutely avoiding the bank. After several more vigorous surges the fish waned edging closer. Then it was in the net. We all peered down like prospectors at a mine. But the gold was living. A gold made of carp, mirrored ingots glistening distant fire, flecks of gold leaf woven into scales under distinct smelling slime.Gold Made Of Fish

Brad hurried off to reposition one of his rods and I snapped a few shots before Patricia let the fish slip through the grass peppered margins; a procession of symmetric butterfly like scales armouring its wide back. We said our good byes and then with the flick of her tail the watery creature was gone. Gold Made Of Fish

We’d only been in the swim two nights when we noticed a nest containing three small eggs just to the right of our rods. It was a miracle no one had stepped on them. We waited quietly for half an hour to see if the owners would return. Eventually two ringed necked plovers came scouring the area and returned to the eggs. They we’re discreet but unfortunately each time we made the slightest movement they were gone again. The weather was very hot and the eggs needed shelter from the stifling heat, so we moved leaving them to it. Soon enough the father returned and since Patricia’s been keeping her eye on him, mostly making sure no one disturbs them and in the hope that she might glimpse a tiny baby Plover

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