Wet lines

There is a little girl inside every woman.  Sometimes its hard to see her, but she comes out every once in a while and is playful!  The trick to the whole thing is at what inopportune time might she emerge.

We were fishing at one of our local haunts on a lazy summer afternoon last year when Kelly the Kite flier emerged.  It was right in the middle of a gnat hatch and the water was alive with fish.  I was in that zone where the only thing you can see is your fly on the water.  That zen moment when you hear nothing but fish dimpling the water.  Focused like a pointer on a bird ready to spring into action.  It was during this moment I lost Kelly all together.  So much so that I had not the faintest idea where she was or what she was up to.  I’m sure I had been carrying on a conversation with her, or should I say filling in the gaps with “yep” but that was just from habit not from cognizant awareness. 

 About that time a boat came floating by.  All I could think of was they are going to scare my fish away!  I heard them say, “What did you catch?”  I was about to answer when Kelly chimed in with “I’m flying a kite!”

How could she be flying a kite in the middle of an incredible hatch, the water alive with fish?  How could she not be fishing?  Where in the world did she get a kite? Zen moment over. 

 As I turned around she surely was flying a kite.  She had attatched it to her pole and was reeling out line so the kite would go higher.  “Look baby,” she laughed “I’m Kite Fishing!”

Apparantly she had found a little kite somebody had left behind on the bank. Women, gotta love ‘em.

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