Crazy fisherpersons
My friends Pat D and Pat K are crazy fisherwomen. Pat K has been known to be out on the lake catching bait at 3 am. Pat D is generally on the lake at the crack of dawn and is focused on fish. But both of these women have enough sense to come in out of the cold - you don't see them out on the lake in November-March.
The veterans are out there whenever the fish are biting, may be biting or could possibly bite.They don't care if it is January. I can see their bass boats chugging along in the winter when the thermometer barely reads 35 degrees while I'm sitting bundled up in front of my fire. When a huge hardwood tree fell into the lake, we just left it there. It provides shelter for the small fish which attracts the big fish which attracts the fishermen which gives my 3 dogs something to run down to the shoreline and bark at. Comes full circle. Good place to rest when swimming in the summer.
I'm a half-hearted fisherperson. Basically, I just like to go out on the lake. If I have a line in the water, then I am clearly being productive - so I don't feel so guilty about taking time off on the lake. I bait my hook, cast it in and wish it luck. Mostly all I accomplish is feeding the fish. Every once in awhile, by accident. one gets caught on the hook. LongSufferingHusbandBill and I have an agreement. I catch the fish and he will clean and cook it. Pretty good deal, huh? So far, he hasn't had to do much of either.
Pat D however is serious. She watches her fishfinder as if her life depends upon it, shout out "there are fish here!!" and throws a couple of lines in. I, however, am meticulously getting my rod, baiting my hook, organizing my area and my stuff and generally just as I stand up to cast my first line Pat will disgustedly announce "no fish here" and gun the motor. I haven't been tossed into the brink yet but that's only because of my superior sense of balance (not!). Fishing with Pat D is an adventure.