Squeezing in an hour or so of fishing time before dark on Friday seemed like a good way to ring in the new month. This time with some live bait. I was loaded for bear. Or fish, actually.
Leaving tearful women and dogs on the banks to await his promised return; the daring fisherman shoves off, and sets course to join his angling brethren for adventure...out on the high seas of Forge Pond, in Granby.
It wasn't long before a monster was summoned up from the depths. After a fierce battle that at times could have gone either way, he single-handedly hauls a vicious Punkin'Seed aboard. Victorious, and magnanimous in his victoriousness; he releases the vanquished foe, and sends him fleeing to warn his brothers, about who's in town...
Apparently the battle had sent the Sea-Gods running too; as the luck waned from there...
After about 20 fruitless minutes, I found my attention drawn to the many, very large, pond snail shells floating about. I plucked one out of the water and found it empty...almost.
Inside the large empty shell were three or four baby snails, of various sizes, catching a ride like survivors in a life boat...
Hmm. Is the ability to trap air, and float, a reason the snails developed the distinct spiral shape of their shells..? I plucked another floating shell out of the water, checked to see that it was empty, and held it under water until all the air bubbled out. Just to make sure it was in fact the air that held it afloat. Sure enough, without air it sank like a stone.
As I pondered the wonders of the marine world, I drew up close to the spillway on one end of the pond, for a picture. Concentrating on the camera settings in the fading light, I suddenly found myself a little too close to the edge for comfort. The water rushed loud and fast over the waterfall below. Most spill ways only allow a few inches of water over the top edge, and are thus fairly safe, but this one seemed to have much deeper water going over...
I immediately put the camera down and fumbled for the paddles. Back paddling hard to pull away from the current, they banged against the concrete of the spillway edge.
Whew, that was close...
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