Kitch vs. the Fish

It was a rainy and cold morning. We had been up since 4Am; or rather, opportunity had...but not me! I was the last to show up at base camp. But it wasn't I who was holding up the show, it was the van! We had to add transmission fluid to the van before we could get together to attack the water. There were a few tense moments, but we were fishing before dawn!
Our lures were in the water, it was raining, and the wind was blowing. We were all cold, wet, and stinky...except for Andrew; he was the only one that was able to shower before our little excursion.
With Andrew at the helm of the canoe, we circled over the endless and deep abyss waiting for opportunity to strike. We waited for two hours; two hours of numbing wind and wet pants, frozen hands w/out gloves, and rain running down our backs! When Ian, the youngling, was tired of waiting for nothing, we decided it best to head back for shore. We circled the bay; attempting to prolong the inevitable and delay our approach. Soon we were 50yds from shore and it was time to reel in our nylon lines and call it a day. My lure was no more than 8ft from the bow, when I saw something break the surface. It was a beautiful, brilliant, and titliating lake troat, a rainbow trout to be specific! I reeled in a truly beautiful lake trout!!! Andrew and I ate it this morning after it was filleted and fried; success had never tasted so good!!! It's good to be a Guy!!