Fishing in Lake Tahoe

tahoe-tripOk, I know that my About Me page mentions that I’m not much of a writer. Well a lot has changed since that time and I’ve really started to take a liking to it. I still have a ways to go before I publish my first book (haha) but practice makes perfect. My wife actually encouraged me to write this post about my trip to Lake Tahoe. It is in a slightly different format. Here goes…

The phone shook violently from its perch on the picnic table. I adjusted my body and set the steaming cup of coffee down on table before picking up the phone. It was a text from my son. I put in the password to unlock my new smart phone. I was still getting used to all the options but it was a handy little thing. I hit a few buttons to bring up the text.

“Good Morning, it is about 6:00 here, the girls are still sleeping. I just have to load up the truck and I will be ready to go.”

I chuckled slightly as my fingers slid across the screen. “You are getting a late start. Its 4:00 here and I already have the coffee done.” I sent the text and picked up my cup. The warmth helped clear the winter chill from my bones. I smiled and shook my head. At thirty seven degrees the December weather here in Lake Tahoe would have been considered spring back in Wisconsin. My phone buzzed again. I pulled up the most recent text.

“I just got the auger in truck. I just need to grab a few more things and then layer up. How long is it going to take you to get ready?” The text read.

I chuckled again. I looked down, my waders were already on my feet. I stood up and walked to my tent. I unzipped the fly and reached in to grab my fisherman’s life jacket, which I finally decided to buy after reading about in a life vest reviews site I came across last Fall. I checked the pockets that held my various gear and tackle. Everything was in place. I closed the tent fly and headed to my truck. I looked carefully at the various rod and reals before choosing my ugly stick. I was going to be going for big game today. I walked back to the table and took another sip of coffee.

nice-catch“Ready.” I texted. I sat and watched the area around. I took another sip of coffee before sending another text. “The phone told me it is going to get near seventy here. What is the weather like in Tomah this morning?” I walked over to the coffee pot freshened my cup. My phone buzzed several times before it made it back to the table.

“Cold” the first text read. “We are not supposed to break zero today.” The following text stated. “You have an extra spot in that camp site?” The last text asked.

I laughed again. “There is always room. You are going to have bring my granddaughters with you though.” I sent the one text and started sending another. I tucked the phone into one of my the pockets of my new fishing life vest and began my walk to the lake.

“My phone buzzed just as I was approaching the lake. It was picture of the old ice fishing shack with caption “Not going to find this in California.”

I turned on my camera and took a picture of Lake Tahoe. A clear lake wreathed in snowy mountains. “You won’t find anything like this in Wisconsin.” My phone buzzed again.

“Setting up the tip ups now. Remember the rules Grandpa Ed. The person with the smaller fish buys a plane ticket to visit the winner.” The text read.

“I expect my granddaughters to be joining you once I beat you.” I pulled out my lucky spinner and attached it to the end of my fishing line and stepped into the lake. It would still be a few moments before he got started. A preemptive strike. I threw the first cast of the day.

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