The Master Baiter - Champion Fishing in the Great Outdoors

The lake was a mirage in the distance, the heat wafting from the surface affecting my senses.  Too hot in August to fish in Texas.  Even if I caught one, it would be boiled by the time I reeled it in.  These thoughts are coming from a noble fisherman, one that has faced ice in winter, the bending winds of spring, and Autumn hurricanes. But summer in Texas - that's a different matter.

I was with a group of fellow fishermen.  Their bait included worms, minnows, and the newest and most effective fish-catching lures.  My bait?  A wienie.  Yes, one lone wienie.  It was Texas, I tell you again.  Too dang hot for this seasoned fisherman to concern himself with the trivial things, things such as fish bait.

I was well-known by the group around me as the Master Baiter.  I'd obtained the nickname thirty-odd years ago by catching a stringer of fish on rancid pimento flavored cheese food.  Since that time, I'd come to the conclusion that what one catches depends more on technique, than bait.

Today, I'd camped myself on the west banks of the small shimmering pond of blue and settled in to fish the long hot day away. My fellow fishing conquistadors chose the seductive coves along the shore, and the areas where fallen grandfather logs lifted out of the water - well-known as the King of Catfish holes in the area.

But there I sat, watching them from my 'uncovetous' spot as they baited their hooks with stink bait, shrimp, minnows, lures and exotic insects.  There I sat with my lone wienie and I could see them as they shared sniggers, shared mocking laughs.

That's okay, I thought.  

Time passed slowly as I lifted one catfish after another from the hot murky lake, my friends' smiles fading and not so bright anymore.  The score board was in place: Me 10, and Them 0.

As the sun kissed the western horizon, I pulled in my line to call it a day.  One of the younger fishermen curiously ambled towards me, and pointed out that I still had about one-third of my wienie left.  And I told him, that's about right for a Master Baiter.

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