we had a couple in this lake that i worked at. One
(oscar) had grown quite large and was the big swinging
dick of the lake, eating whatever he wanted, surfacing
and keeping swimmers petrified.
one afternoon he was feeling particularly friendly,
refusing to go away and generally pissing everyone off.
i was able to procure i small beginners fishing rod
from a small beginner. im pretty sure it had illustrations
of a mouse of some sort on it. i coaxed it from his
hands and ran out to docks. there were some kids fishing
with shiners and i was able to finesse some of those as well.
after it was well bloodied up, i sent one of the
bait into the dark of the lake, the mousey fishing rod
tense with anticipation. Oscar rose quickly and without
anticipation and snapped and snagged the bait. the reel
instantly exploded but the rod remained strong. i managed
to keep him on the surface long enough for one of the
lifeguards to scoop him up in a 35lb. garbage can.
oscar filled the entire bottom at an awkward angle. he was
immediatley wisked off and dumped in another lake a ways
off where his carousing wouldnt be impeded by loitering
i asked the lifeguard about a reward. he said the only
reward id be recieving was the satisfaction of being the
one who reeled in the great terror, oscar. i was about 11
at that time. "whatta fuckin knob", i thought.
the five year old thought the same thing when i returned to him
his tattered, triumphant rod.