It had been years since the young wolf had wet a line, not since she was a pup. She had been looking forward to this day for a long time. Although the lowly beetle spin was not the most advanced bait available, it was one she knew would be good for some fish, be it the ever popular bass, or a less popular species such as the always fun to fight bream, the challenging to entice crappie, or the hard pulling catfish. She fished alone today, as her busy work schedule made it hard to plan a time with her family. With cell phone in the car, nothing could stop a nice, relaxing day on the water.
Soon after placing her canoe into the waters of the strip pit and launching out, her first cast by a log resulted in a strike. It felt like electricity, so she knew it was but a rock bass. She yanked back excitedly at the rod tip, but still missed, forgetting how lucky she had to be to hook them as the lure sailed overhead and landed in the deep water behind her. She decided to let it sink and soon had