My plan was to cast my fishing net and then relax by the lake and write away on my pad, as I often write with ease, sitting by a large body of water.
This Saturday morning I got into my four-wheeler with my fishing boat in tow, and went fishing with my friend Alex. It is not as though I'm an expert fisherman or lucky with a fishing tack. I just fish for fun.
As I placed the bait on my hooks, the imagination of a great catch played on my mind. I was no longer thinking of fishing for fun. It was now fishing for dinner, without which I would have to fish out for the nearest fish store, as my appetite for fish was getting unusually high.
Anyway, I positioned my net in the surprisingly calm waters of lake Michigan and then sat quietly in my boat listening to jazz music which Thelonious Monk recorded in Paris at the Olympia studio, back in the Spring of 1965.
No sooner was I getting into the groove of the music while sipping on some home made mixture, when my net shook violently. I looked down, grabbed the net and we rapidly pulled back, and whala, there was a nice family of cat fish trapped.
I think it was more a function of luck coupled with timing in the wee hours of the day rather than some technique that made this happen.
Needless to say that my original intention which was to cast the net and sit back to pen my thoughts on my pad while listening to jazzy tones by the Monk, was cut short, as I headed home to take care of my amazing catch of the day. Bravo!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.