February 6, 2012
By Sharyn White
My hobby is fishing. Well, it may be my
Since November when the Game and Fish
Department began stocking the urban lakes with
rainbow trout, I’ve yet to catch even one! Or
even SEE one! Sure, they’re in there, somewhere,
lurking and smirking evilly as I relentlessly
cast worms, cheese, salmon eggs, and some
psychedelic-looking stuff called Power Bait at
them. I’ve done everything but serve it to them
on a silver platter! And what is my reward from
these ungrateful aquatic vertebrates?
Do I get a nibble or even a peek at one
of those multi-colored beauties? Nope, all I get
is a sore arm, overexposure to the sun and a
bunch of large debits to my bank account via Bass
Pro Shops! I’m starting to develop a real
complex, a deep feeling of insecurity about my
fishing ability and a very strong desire to throw
a stick of dynamite into the next lake I go to!
Maybe that will flush ’em out!!
Or, maybe I’ll just take up needlepoint…