The clock read 4:15 when I tried to shake my wife Lee awake.
She groaned and rolled over, having none of it.
"Wake up!" I told her, "Let's go fishing!" Lee let out the little whimper she gives when I want to do something and she doesn't..
"Darn!" I thought. Here I was wide awake, and I already had a Banana and some juice. I was trying to think of what I wanted to do, and I picked up the Morning paper and read a report that said "Record Run of Salmon!" in the headlines.
That was it! Except the wife was not co-operating. I went out to the garage and opened the big overhead doors, here sat my little 16' aluminum skiff looking a bit neglected.
I greased the wheels, chopped back some stringy Blackberry vines that were trying to take over, checked everything, hooked up the hose and started the engine. She popped off and purred like a hot engine.
I got the old truck out and hooked up, then dug around in my tacklebox for some brass #4 Bear Valley spinners. I use only that lure, my Grandpa ran a general store down on the coast and had total faith in them, so he stocked the brass blades by the case.
He taught my Dad how to dye chicken feathers in red and yellow to hide the big treble hooks, and my Dad taught me. The big heavy blades flutter just right, the modern stuff is lighter and spins like crazy. My Dad told me no fish in it's right mind would bite those, so the big heavy blades were all we ever used.
Ready to go, I went back inside and tried to wake Lee, no luck. She will roll up in a ball and pull the covers over her head, and when she does that even our Pit Bull Terrier won't go near her!
So I sat down in my chair and pouted, I knew I didn't dare go by myself, especially considering the events of the last few months. Hell, I am supposed to be dead!
Then it hit me, my neighbor, Skip! I don't see much of him, since he and his wife broke up he is gone a lot, sometimes for days on end. But I picked up the phone and called.
"Sure!, he replied to my request for a fishing buddy. Perfect, Skip was aware of my illness, so if I got in trouble, he would know what to do. Besides, he was a volunteer for the local Fire Department, and had some EMT training.
I wrote Lee a note, feeling guilty for a second, then off we went.
It is only a mile to the boat ramp, and another mile to the main river, so we had lines in the water in 60 minutes.
Skip had on a tiny little silver spinner, and I was using my big old Bear valley. He looked at what I was hooking up and told me it was too big, I just ignored him and dropped it over the side.
We sat there in the cold morning air waiting...and waiting...
Finally it was getting later and warmer, I began to doze between the sessions of rocking wildly as one of the big pleasure boats cruised by.
By about 2 PM it was hot, and I woke up just as I heard Skip say, "It ain't looking too good!"
I glanced at my rod tip, just sitting there. Suddenly it dove towards the water!
"All right!" I thought, and I grabbed the pole and leaned back, coming up solid against what felt like a huge rock. But this rock was moving!
All hell broke loose then as the thing headed for the Ocean at full speed. I set down on the drag as far as I dared and it kept right on going. It must have taken 150 yards on the first run, this was a strong fish.
Just as I was about to tell Skip to trip the anquor and start the engine to give chase, the fish settled in sideways and sulked. I began to gain line.
Almost an hour later, the net flashed, the big Chinook slammed his tail down on the water in one final gasp, and he was ours!
Skip and I stared at the thing in the bottom of the net, a female, it was huge! He watched as I as I kneeled down to try and untangle the net, carefully leaving the fish in the water.
"Ted!!" Skip exclaimed, realizing what I was going to do as I reached for the pliers to remove the hooks. I grinned at him, he just shrugged.
I slipped the hooks loose. Then I set the net deeper in the water, watching as this beautiful creature looked directly at me, beaten and gasping for breath.
I waited, then the breathing steadied, the big fish rolled upright, wary now. I dropped the net down, she lay there for a second, then in a monstrous slash of her tail, she drenched us both and was gone!
A few seconds later, the water exploded as she came completely clear 50 feet away, writhing in the air in her enjoyment of freedom.
"Damn!" Skip said, exaggerating. "You just turned loose a 50 pounder!"
"Well, 45 anyway!" I thought, feeling quite pleased with myself. There was no way I could kill a creature like that. A couple of years earlier, yes, but not now, since I know how precious life is!
We dropped our lines in again, and another hour passed.
Just then Skip let out a "whoop!" and we were off again. In short order, he had a nice 18 pounder laying on the floor. It looked like a minnow compared to the one I had caught, but the clipped fin told the story, hatchery fish, not a wild one like the one I had landed.
That was dinner!
That was enough for us, it was obvious I was tiring so we headed back to the dock.
We unloaded and put away our gear, I rested while Skip cut up the meat. Just then Lee walked in, she had been out on the deck. She looked me over with some concern, I looked her over with some myself.
She had on a tiny yellow thong style bottom with a top that was just two little triangles, not exactly the type of outfit one runs around in front of neighbors in. I knew the outfit very well, the bottom triangle stopped right at the sensitive spot between her vagina and anus, the rest was just thin string.
I knew from experience that if she lay on her stomach and parted her legs, she would be completely exposed! Standing, she appeared to be nude from the rear. Nope, not exactly an outfit one runs around in front of neighbors in, but I didn't mind. Actually, I kind of liked it.
Besides, Skip's ex-wife, Shari, had been on my massage table several times and there were no secrets, even though I had never actually done more with her than a massage. Shari was a skinny, flat-chested little redhead. She had almost no breasts, but nipples the size of Silver dollars, and a thin strip of untrimmed pubic hair above her pussy. Freckles everywhere!
But Shari had met some young guy, gotten involved, and one day took off with him, leaving Skip to fend for himself. Skip had dated a bit after that, always the same type of woman, thin, small busted. The same type I like, actually, just like Lee.
Lee went into the kitchen to look at the catch, Skip saw her, looked her up and down and almost dropped his knife.
He politely went back to his work, as they chatted a bit, then Lee came back out to the living room.
"I had a nice day!" I told her, then my eyes closed and I dozed off.
It was dark when I woke, I looked around, no one in sight. I got up and went over to Lee's computor room, she was sitting there searching medical sites, it seems that is all she does now.
She smiled and said "Hi!", and got up to fix a small meal. Fresh Salmon, some Corn on the cob, steamed veggies and fruit. One thing Lee can do is cook!
I was curious, though. Just before I fell asleep, Lee was wearing that tiny little suit, the one that I happened to know barely covered her nipples, and the triangle of cloth for a bottom!
Oh all right! I wanted to know what Skip did, if anything!
Lee knew, she smiled at me and told me all he did was look a few times, trying hard not to. He had finished up the fish, left some for us, then he had gone in and checked my pulse and breathing.
Finding all normal, he had simply said goodnight and left.