To troll: Fish by trailing a baited line along behind a boat
As a child I went fishing with my father – with rods from the beach or rocks around Nature’s Valley (in South Africa). But I wasn’t very good at it – not nearly patient enough to sit still and wait for the fish to bite. My brother, I believe, was much better at it than I, judging by old photos of him proudly posing with his catches!
But on Sunday evening some friends asked if I wanted to go fishing with them after church. I figured, seeing as I was in a new place and I was enjoying trying out new things, that I would, of course. We drove out to Ten Mile Lake north of town, launched the little boat and then pottered back and forth across the water for hours, our lines trolling behind, searching for unsuspecting Kokanee and Rainbow Trout.
Brian, the other rookie, caught two fish and I had several bites. I then caught one, and he caught one more. Finally I caught a second – which was to be my final catch of the evening, and which made me the butt of many a joke (especially by Ed, who was baiting my line). Brian snapped his reel off his rod while striking at a nibble, but was having so much fun that he decided to keep fishing.
“My bruises will heal!” he would cry out in pain every time he had to reel in a fish.
Amazingly, we left the lake with nine fish in all. (That makes five caught with a broken rod.) The Colinator was kind enough to steer the boat, try to find the best channels and net the fish while we got the glory of holding the rods.
Even though I wasn’t the most successful fisherman Ten Mile Lake has seen, I had fun, took some sweet photos and at least served as comic relief for the other three. As I write this, all nine (fish) are carefully being smoked in Brian’s home-made oven in the back yard.