Just another day, in my solitude, on the water. Not a fancy boat, but alas, enough for the job at hand. The elusive rock bass I just can’t get to the boat. This rock bass has cost me money, many sleepless nights, no matter what size it is. I have turmoil in my stomach, I have a headache that never goes away.
It pulls my boat as I fight it, it has no gumption to move from its spot. Lazy rock bass, wonder how it survives, I just can’t understand why it is the only thing I can’t catch, does it hate me personally? Well, not really, haven’t got one in the boat yet, so that I can’t say, maybe it is not the same rock bass, sigh.
Oh man, it is not a fish, it’s a rock, a slimy rock, a snag I guess people call it. Nobody told me about such things, but I catch fewer of them now.
But I’m onto them now, I catch fish now, no rock bass, no, not for me.