The Power of Silver
THE POWER OF SILVER [Bass]
is marching to the eve of a hopefully first good day of spring fishing brings
the fruitful catches along the thawed out shores of the
woke up to an alarm clock ringing to remind him to wake up for another work day
ahead. Jumping out of his blanket that kept him toasty warm all night to race
over to escape this chilled morning air to change into clothes that he laid out.
Trotting down the stairs to challenge another day, and because Gore’s day’s
seemed like months, this day marked the eve of the first day of spring fishing
trip. With this in mind, Gore felt like a kid on Christmas Eve.
day started at work and is very unorganized. Finally, a day that can be used to
prepare for tomorrow’s main event on the thawed out shore along the Lower
Niagara River at The Power Plant, where the Silver Bass were no challenge but
ensured a good day. After all, "A bad day at work is better than a bad day of
your first fishing trip for spring requires a bit of work, tender loving care is
one of those qualities, fishermen like Gore provided. Using a 4 ˝ foot rod and
a reel to match pole required a good polish, and before putting fresh 4
lb.monofilament on his reel. A good hour of casting and targeting a garbage can
20 yards away so your skills are sharpened, and also make sure everything is
working correctly; and oiling the squeaks. Gore’s main squeak, if there is one
happens at the line roller located being near the bail area on all his spinning
reels this ensured longer monofilament life.
work day end but this very long day continued at home eating dinner and burning
the rest of the daylight hours sitting in his recliner flipping through TV
channels that showed no interest. The day before the most exciting event for
Gore was powering his emanation being the best fisherman on earth and led him to
the bar to wipe away this feeling of over joy.
at the place that’s going to wipe away this feeling of over joy, Gore worked
his way to an empty seat at the bar. Drinking dry the first bottle of beer, he
ordered a second pealing the label off the empty long neck he drank thinking of
tomorrow. Grabbing his drink, Gore ruffled to play a real good feel good song on
the jukebox he is stalled by snagging his cleanest dirty shirt on a bar stool.
Putting quarters in the jukebox, the request was made by Gore to the bartender
walking into the kitchen to make up a double order of barbecued crispy chicken
wings. Full of wings and beer the mad dash for home is in the making. Finally,
along day resulted in bed to sleep off the rest of the day that will end and
begin a new day. A day filled with fishing in the
the sleep from his eyes followed by a loud yawn and a lengthy stretch, Gore ran
his fingers through his bed head as he stepped over last nights clothes on the
floor he wore at the bar to shut off ringing alarm clock. This is the day God
has made for Gore. Gore waited for this day to come that seemed like years in
the waiting. Ignoring the hunger pains, he packed his gear into the truck to
satisfy the grumbling stomach that pained him. After gorging his fast food
breakfast, he reaches for his coffee lip sang to that real good feel good song
playing on the radio. Arriving at the Power Plant service road parking lot, Gore
hurried out of his truck playing his air guitar to the rhythm of that feel good
song ringing in his head.
his freshened up equipment to start this waited spring day that launch the first
day of fishing for him, Gore began his long hike down a curvy paved road which
lead him to a path leading to the
ended his day at the bar telling the day he had.
|The Orange Sky||Peace Of Mind|
|Time To Kill||Lucky Cal||The Last Day|
|The Last Day Cont...||Beating The Odds||Gifts Unanswered|
|Down Below||Jim Presario||The Great Getaway|
|Catch and Release||A Reel Christmas||The Bar|
|Wide Open Spaces||One More Day||The Power Of Silver|
|A Lesson Learned||Crawlers by Night||Back to Index|
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