As Bill and I waded chest high in a ' warm ' spring-fed lake while the GrandGirls and Guys and their Dads were splashing a distance from us, we shared stories of this water and how we both learned to swim jumping off the same raft in the over-our-heads, water.
I wasn't doing anything to attract attention.....or was I?
I was waving my hands back and forth in the water as we visited, when I felt weight against my arm enough to make me glance down. I was not startled, thinking it was one of the kids playing a trick on me, so imagine my surprise when I saw a fish~~~a nice bass brushed against the outside of my left arm, then circled around it going between my downward, outstretched arm and my body, then leaving the direction he had been coming from...
It was big, heavy and had every intention of having my fingers for lunch. You see, I had painted my fingernails red, white and blue to celebrate the day with the Grands. That fish must have thought my fingers were fishing lures, like the red and white striped spinner.
Just imagine if I had caught him with my bare hands. Now That would really have been something...soooo
Is this just a ' fish story ' of exaggeration?
Or, the ' truth?'
It's the ' TRUTH '
What a very cool experience. I do wish I could have caught him. I would have practiced C-P-R (catch-photograph-release)
Thanks for stopping by and sharing my rare experience.