Yeah, you know the one...it isn't much bigger than a good sized front yard. Has weeds grown up all around it, and you typically drive by it on the way to somewhere more important. Occasionally you see someone with a fishing pole, but you think "Ah...must be kids putzing around. That pond is too small to have anything good in it"
Then one day, the curiosity has gotten the better of you. So you grab your 9 year old son, and make like bandits to this pond that is hidden in plain sight. Hell, even if there aren't any fish, there will at least be frogs to catch.
So you tie on the newest popper from your vise, flop a couple of limp casts, then land one just beyond the weeds. Perfect. Give it a couple of pulls, admire the way it "pops" the water, and silently congratulate yourself on a job well done. Then you promptly piss your pants as a largemouth blisters your popper. This happens so quickly and so violently that you really don't feel comfortable about the way you've just been spooked. You reel back like you have hooked into Jaws (trying not to notice the growing wet spot in your pants. Warm. Yes, very warm indeed.), you feel the weight and see a giant swirl, then watch helplessly as the line suddenly shoots past your head at mach 3. Without your new popper attached.
Poppers take time to make...what with the painting and all... But, you almost immediately rationalize that if you have to lose a popper, it may as well be to a really nice fish. It happens just like that another 3 times.
Of course, there are those you land...but they seem to pale in comparison to the brute that just ate your latest offering.
Then it hits you. By the beard of Zeus! This goofy little pond is a treasure! You need to tell no one. EVER. This will be your secret. Quick...talk to the boy. If he blabs this all over summer school...every kid in the UnForest is going to be out here hunting these monsters. It'll be a wasteland by August.
So you pull him aside, throw your arm around him, and tell him in a soft undertoned voice that if he ever tells anyone about our new secret fishing spot, then you will hold him down and put leaches on his.....eyes. What's more, You'll do it in the garage, with the stereo VERY loud so the neighbors can't hear him screaming.
He gives you the look. Part fear, and part "Whatevs dad!" I know you are old and weird. But the look in his eyes lets you know you have hit a nerve. You nod at him almost imperceptibly so that he is sure you weren't kidding. No more is said about this, and you go back to fishing.
Once home, his mom asks "Hey dude! Did you catch anything? Where were you fishing?", and you see him freeze in terror. He wants to tell the truth, but he knows I am listening. He knows the fishing was something special, and he knows that this secret is one that needs to be kept. He says, in the most casual voice he can muster "yeah...we had fun. Caught a couple, but nothing big, and dad let me play angry birds on his phone, so I didn't see where we went".
Again, you nod and give an almost imperceptible grin that only he sees. He passed the test. He is going to be a fine young man, and a trustworthy fishing partner for life.
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