The weather turned overnight […]. Jimmy watched the leaves on the trees from the windows of the school bus each morning and each afternoon and saw how they went from green to yellow and orange. His daddy had been out in the woods looking for deer sign, but he hadn’t said if he’d found any signs of deer or not.
One afternoon Jimmy came in from school and changed clothes while the girls were getting snacks. He got his rod and reel and took a raw hot dog from the icebox and cut it up into chunks and put it in a sandwich bag and got his tackle box and got on his go-kart and went up to Mister Cortez’s pond. He fished for a while and caught four little catfish about six inches long, but he didn’t keep any of them. He just turned them loose and then he sat there. The pond was pretty. He looked down the hill at Mister Cortez’s house. His truck wasn’t home, but there was a big new-looking green-and-yellow tractor sitting beside the house. It had a nice glassed-in cab. Jimmy guessed his old one had gotten messed up from being in the pond.
He sat there a little longer and then he put another piece of hot dog on his hook and threw it out there. His daddy had been staying out late again, and the peaceful happiness that he’d begun to feel and hope might last for a long time was gone again and he wondered why. He heard them arguing about money some nights. His daddy was talking about selling his ’55. Even Jimmy thought that was probably a good idea. It always had something wrong with it and he’d gotten used to hearing his daddy cuss about it. He was hoping that if his daddy bought something else, it would be a big jacked-up pickup.
Jimmy wished he could see Mister Cortez. He could see a bunch of big round bales of hay stacked neatly beside each other next to Mister Cortez’s yard. He could see some of his cows. And then it was on. The rod was almost pulled out of his hands and he looked out there to see nothing but a tight line whipping deep beneath the water. Was his drag set? The reel went screeeeee and scree, and then the reel was talking to him by going Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! and Jimmy knew he was doing no good at reeling, but he had the crank going as fast as he could turn it. The line kept peeling off and peeling off and peeling off and then it stopped peeling off and he tried to lift the rod. And that just made more line peel off, so he stopped. He turned the hand crank some but didn’t gain any line back. He was watching the line closely. It moved in the other direction, tight as could be, and Jimmy kept trying to reel, but that didn’t do any good. Something sluggish and heavy was on the other end. Something that was down close to the bottom. He’d never had this much line off his reel before.
He could feel his heart beating pretty hard, but he was trying to stay calm and not lose it. If it wasn’t a turtle, what was it? It had to be a turtle. But could a turtle move that fast? If it was a fish, what kind of fish was it? Not a catfish. There couldn’t be one that big in here. There wasn’t even any water in here back in the summer. A fish couldn’t grow that fast. So what was it? And if he lost it again, was he going to tell his daddy this time? What would it hurt to tell his daddy?
The line made a great surge again and it went in a curve around the pond, the line cutting the water in a sweep. Jimmy started working his way toward the shallow end, figuring it might be easier to get it in if he could get it over there. The line stopped again and it moved his way and he was quick to turn his reel handle. This time a little line went back in. That meant he was getting him closer. But then it peeled back off a lot more than he had gained, until it went to the far end of the pond, and then it stopped again. Jimmy was almost over to the clay gravel parking lot where the fire truck had rolled in. The water at the edge was only a few inches deep at this end. Jimmy kept reeling and he got some more line back. But still he couldn’t raise whatever it was. It was deep in the water, and Jimmy remembered how the pond had looked when it was dry. That end was the deepest. He kept reeling and he got a little more back because the line moved back his way. But then it stopped again and then it went right and came around the edge of the bank, closer. He kept reeling and got some more line back. And then he saw just a flash of his bobber and his heart leaped again. His bobber was only two feet above the hook. So maybe in a few minutes, if he could ever raise it, he might be able to see what it was. If his arms held out. He hadn’t noticed it at first, in all the excitement, how much strain it was on his arms to keep the tension on the fish. And he knew by now it was a fish. It couldn’t be anything else. Unless it was a beaver. It couldn’t be a beaver, could it? Nah. Beavers didn’t eat hot dogs. They ate bark. But his arms were almost starting to shake, and the worst strain was in the muscles of his forearms, and they were standing up in little ridges. He kept turning the crank, and then he stopped and just concentrated on holding the rod steady as the line moved right and then left and then circled and came back to where it had been, and he couldn’t reel in any more line. And his bobber went back out of sight.
He wished Mister Cortez would come in. He wished he’d drive home from wherever he was and see Jimmy up here and come up to say hi and then see that he was in trouble and come over and help him and then maybe both of them could get it in. He didn’t think he was going to be able to get it in. He didn’t think his arms were going to hold out. He turned the hand crank again and took back a little more line, not much. He wondered if his drag was too loose. Twenty-pound test. How much would it take to break it if it was tightened down a little more? What if it caused him to lose the fish? He’d already lost it one time. But he thought he’d try it anyway. He wasn’t doing any good this way because he couldn’t force it closer. He looked down at the reel for a moment and checked to see which way the arrows were pointing for more or less and turned the wheel toward more with his thumb. That cranked up the tension a little. The line was still coming off when the fish pulled, but not as easily. He cranked a little more in. The fish was closer to the shallow end now. Didn’t that mean that he was getting closer to catching it? Boy. If it weighed maybe five pounds or something maybe he could get his mama to take a picture of it and he could take that to school for Show and Tell. He cranked a little more in and he thought he saw another flash of his bobber. He was tempted to tighten the drag a little more, but it was better now and he didn’t want to take the chance on having his line broken again, and losing the fish again, so he left it alone. But his arms were killing him. They were definitely shaking now, and they were hurting. Even his back was hurting. It was in a strain, too, a constant one he couldn’t get away from. He’d never thought fighting a fish would have been this hard.
He tried something. He tried pressing his thumb down on the line where it rode above the rod, just out in front of the reel, and he found out that he could pull on the line that way. But whatever it was out there was so heavy he couldn’t move it. It was moving, but he couldn’t make it go where he wanted to, which was closer to the bank. So he just kept standing there with his arms getting worse and worse, and shaking more and more, and wishing he had some help.
But that didn’t do any good. He wondered how long he could stand here and just hold it. Could he stand here until dark? Could he stand here until past dark, until his daddy missed him and came looking for him? He didn’t think he could. And then he didn’t have to try and decide anymore. The fish made a great surge and even though the line slipped off the reel, and the drag screamed, the line went limp. And Jimmy’s heart sank. Dang it! Dang it dang it dang it dang it dang it!
He went ahead and reeled it in and looked at it. The hook was draped with little rags of flesh, little hunks of … what? Catfish mouth?
Tore the hook out!
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