Alright, let me tell you about this fishing thing I did. Had this idea stuck in my head, you know? Go chase a proper big one. Decided I wouldn’t just plant myself in one spot all day. Nah, I figured I’d hit three different places I knew – the river bend, the deeper lake spot, and that tricky quarry pond. My little ‘three waters’ mission, I guess you could call it.
First Water: The River Bend
So, I got up ridiculously early. Like, still dark outside early. Hauled all my gear into the truck. Felt like I was moving house. Drove out to the river bend first. It’s usually pretty reliable, sometimes you get lucky there. Got everything set up. Rods out, bait on. Sat there for maybe two hours. Watched the sun come up properly. It was nice, quiet. But the fish? Nothing. Not even a nibble. Just birds and the sound of the water. Packed it all back up again. Felt a bit annoyed, but hey, two spots left.
Second Water: Deep Lake Spot
Next, I drove over to the lake. Took another half hour or so. This spot’s deeper, figured maybe the bigger ones were hiding down there. Unpacked again. Cast out. The wind picked up a bit here, made things a bit choppy. Sat for another long while. Had a couple of tugs, you know? Got my hopes up. Reeled them in – just small ones, barely worth the effort. Threw them back. Felt like the fish were messing with me. Started thinking maybe this whole three-spot idea was dumb. Just wasting time driving around. But I was already committed, right? Couldn’t quit halfway.
Third Water: Quarry Pond
Packed up. Again. Drove to the last place, the old quarry pond. This place is tricky. Snags everywhere, gotta be careful where you cast. But I’ve heard stories, seen pictures. Big fish live in there, supposed legends. Found my spot, got the line in the water. By now it was late afternoon. I was tired, getting hungry. Just sat there, staring at the rod tip. Almost gave up. Then, wham! Rod bent nearly in half. Heart started pounding. Knew straight away this was different. Fought with it for what felt like forever. Really had to work it, keep the line from snapping on the rocks underwater. My arms were burning. Finally, I got it close enough to shore. Managed to net it. It wasn’t a monster like in the stories, not gonna lie. But it was big. Definitely the biggest I’d caught all year. Felt damn good. Held it up, took a quick look, then let it go. Watched it swim off strong.
Packed up one last time. Drove home tired but, you know, satisfied. It was a lot of effort, moving around like that. Most days I’d just stick to one place. But hitting those three waters, even with the blanks and the small ones, it led to that final catch. Made the whole day worth it. Sometimes you just gotta put in the extra work, cover more ground. That’s how you find the big fish, I guess.
