When ever I see a serious fisherman, my curious nature is to ask if they are catching anything. Some will tell you," no". Some will say they got one or two while others will play their cards close to their chest. I understand that.
Yesterday, while starting my stroll looking for that "White Rock Unusual" it occurred to me that the best fisherman at White Rock was not a person. It wasn't even a bird or animal. It was a tree! The tree that I am making a reference to at this point has more fishing gear, lures, bobs, hooks, leader line, spring clip clasp than some fishermen have in their tackle gear.
It became clear to me that the story wasn't in the fishermen catch, but the catch made time and time again by the tree that I stood looking into with the glimmers of sunlight striking every one of it's prized catches, sending the week-end fisherman home with less gear than they came to fish with today.
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| There were some thirty lures not counting the lead sinkers, and other artificial bait lures. |
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| Several of these hung at various levels in the tree. |
