06-28-2010, 05:42 PM
When I was a young Boy Scout at camp Steiner (near Mirror Lake) I took another scout fishing at the camp lake. This kid was a disaster and everything he touched turned bad. I put a worm on his hook and cast it out for him and told him to just sit there while I walked up around the bend. A little while later, I came back to see how he was doing. As I approached, I heard a frantic squaking noise and found him sitting there with a huge mess of tangled line. It seems that he had somehow tangled his reel, so he pulled his line in by hand and left it in a pile, on the ground, while he worked on clearing his reel. Meanwhile, a robin saw the nightcrawler sitting there on the ground (still on his hook) and swooped down and grabbed it. The robin took off and went "nuts" flying all around throughout a big pine tree, dragging his line behind. So there he was, sitting on the ground, a mess of tangled line around him that went up and wove throughout the tree, with a trapped frantic robin up near the top. I had helped this kid with his fishing and he caught a bird! I walked over, cut his line and took him back to camp so I could install new line. I don't know what happened to the robin, but it was sure squaking as we walked away.
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