{"id":541,"date":"2013-09-23T16:32:51","date_gmt":"2013-09-23T21:32:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.extraterrestrialvisitor.com\/?p=541"},"modified":"2013-09-30T10:00:39","modified_gmt":"2013-09-30T15:00:39","slug":"541","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.extraterrestrialvisitor.com\/?p=541","title":{"rendered":"Fish Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"red_hood\"<\/a>I\u2019ve been on vacation. Is that the right word to use when you\u2019re retired and going out-of-town? I wonder. Anyway, this vacation is a big deal. Several guys fly up to a remote fishing camp in Ontario, Canada. We\u2019ve been doing it for years. In addition to fishing for Muskellunge, We catch up on each other\u2019s lives and confess to how well we can relate to, or cope with, events that seem to pilot our happiness. If you can imagine a \u201cBuddy Film\u201d that has been written and directed by Woody Allen, that would be us.\u00a0<\/p>\n

There are two teetotalers in the group. The other three guys drink up most of the 5 cases of beer, 8 liters of Canadian Whiskey, and a quart of Vodka, over the seven days we\u2019re in camp. This year I brought along some of my medical marijuana to ease the discomfort caused by the chemotherapy I have been prescribed. It worked pretty well. I\u2019m not one of the drinkers, but the weed gave me a ticket to slacken my casting efforts and hang with the drinkers. We would fish for a while and then meet in one of the bays, tether our three boats together and drift while drinking, or in my case, smoking.<\/p>\n

It became a habit of mine to spin all three boats in a slow circle with my craft\u2019s electric motor while humming a circus tune. That event became a signal to my comrades that it was time to return to our rods and reels.<\/p>\n

Jeff had caught four muskies in the first four days. A huge accomplishment for anybody who fishes for Muskies, but really something for a guy who\u2019s sober for only three hours each day. On this day, after my carrousel spin, we untied from the others and headed across the lake. I drove a serpentine route to a spot where a big fish was spotted that morning.<\/p>\n

It was windy in that bay, so I told Jeff that I\u2019d hold the boat with the electric motor while he cast for the big devil I had seen earlier.<\/p>\n

It was cold in that bay. I pulled up the hood of my red sweatshirt as Jeff casted a red bucktail lure while we drifted. My mind wandered. A few minutes later, I began to cover my hooded ears with my hands and recite, \u201cBite the red bucktail.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m using the power of my mind, through this scientific red hood, to lure the Muskie to eat your bait.\u201d I told Jeff.<\/p>\n

\u201cPretty weird.\u201d He said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot really. I\u2019ve done some work with Dolphins in Florida. Of course that success was done with a gold hoodie. Since you\u2019re throwing a red lure, I think this red hood will cause the best result. Hang on to that rod, Buddy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jeff threw his lure out again. \u201cHave you ever thought of maybe having a beer instead of the pot?\u201d<\/p>\n

I went back to my fish telepathy and after a while told Jeff I was experiencing a buzz from under the hood. \u201cI don\u2019t want you to think about this fish. I\u2019m picking up some distortion in the signal I\u2019m sending. Think about something else.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jeff sighed and promised to think about his wife and I went back to work. Concentrating and reciting, \u201cBite the red bucktail.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jeff cried out, \u201cI got one! I got a big one!\u201d<\/p>\n

The hooked Muskie mesmerized me as it pulled, leapt, and spun on the end of Jeff\u2019s line. I hurried to him at the front of the boat and screamed. \u201cHoly crap! I did it! Look at this. Can you believe this? I did it. Holy crap!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGet the landing net.\u201d Jeff said.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy God. This outcome is better than the Dolphin thing in Florida. It\u2019s the power of my mind. I bet that I can teach you to do this, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jeff wound line onto his reel and pulled the big Muskie to the boat. \u201cGod damn it. Get the net!\u201d<\/p>\n

I watched the battle. \u201cI think that I could present these findings to some kinda psychology journal. Don\u2019t you think? I probably should include the data from the Dolphin experiments, but that was about getting them to jump through the hoops. Not at all as remarkable as this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease. Get the net. I\u2019m gonna kill you if I lose this fish. I swear to God. Get the net you son-of-a-bitch!\u201d<\/p>\n

As I dropped the net over the side of the boat and trapped the fish, I said. \u201cI suppose that you\u2019re going to take all the credit for this, huh? You hold the fish and I take the photos. Is that it? You go back to camp for a celebration while I nurse this pounding headache? It\u2019s not fair, Jeff.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The Hood Enticed Fish<\/p><\/div>\n

Jeff gave me that disgusted look I\u2019ve seen so often in my life before releasing the hooked fish and hoisting it for my camera. After he put it back into the water, I took a few more carrousel spins with the boat and hummed the circus tune before returning to the cabin for celebratory whiskey and congratulatory toasts from our friends.<\/p>\n

True genius is seldom celebrated.<\/p>\n

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