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Fishing Deluxe
Memorial Day, the unofficial beginning of summer in much of North America, had past. The days were getting longer and warmer, but had yet to take on the parching heat of July or August. Farmers were planting their crops and calves were starting to stray farther from their mothers. The morning sky stretched above the land in an endless deep blue sky and with the afternoon sky was punctuated by towering cumulous nimbus clouds. In Wyoming opinion, it was the perfect time of year.
The state found this particular evening to be particular precious, because after yet another six month deployment in the Middle East he was finally allowed to come home and enjoy a few days of rest bit in the mountains of his home. Wyoming had been dreaming about this moment for months now. He had pined for the simplicity of an evening on the little lake less than a ten minute walk from his cabin. He had craved the solitude after the constant mass of people found on military bases. He yearned for the cool breeze that wafted off of nearly glassy water after the heat, sand, and dust of the desert. In short, Wyoming had longed for a quiet evening of fishing on his property.
On the long plane ride and the drive home he had constantly checked his favorite fishing app, checking which bait would be best to use, what time the fish would most likely bite, and what species were currently in season. He had even forced Idaho to stop off at a general store on the way back home so that he could pick up some live worms and a new fishing license. For most of the afternoon he had spent pulling out his boat out of the garage and pulling it down to the lake.
As the sun began to set Wyoming was finally ready to get out and fish. He sang along to the tinny strains of his favorite country music as he rowed out towards the center of the lake. The slight splashes of his oars dipping in the water kept rhythm with the beat. When he got to his favorite spot, he lowered an anchor in the water and pulled out his tackle box. He baited his hook and cast it into the water. He was about to settle back into the boat to wait for the fish to bite when the most annoying sound in the whole world interrupted his perfect evening. His phone went off.
Groaning inwardly he answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello, Wyoming I was wondering if you by chance had finished up the report on…"
"Virginia you do realize
"Yes but…"
"I didn't fly commercial, I flew troop transport. A loud, stuffy, crowed troop transport, then I had convinced Idaho to pick me up and drive me home because I couldn't exactly store my car on base for six months." Wyoming attempted to explain. "Listen sis, I am tired and still trying get back on the correct time zone. I am not up for this right now."
"This is a matter of national security. You need to be debriefed within 48 hours of returning to the states." On the other end of the phone line the state which was the America's unofficial secretary was clearly exasperated, but Wyoming really didn't care. He had been dealing with the aftermaths of road side bombs, political instability, and military paperwork for months and all of his patience had been used up.
"I am not doing this tonight. I will call you tomorrow and then I will be happy to discuss whatever you want. Until then, I am off the grid."
With that Wyoming ended the call and threw the phone into the bottom of the boat. Movements later the phone began to ring and Virginia's number showed up on the caller ID. Five minutes later the cell was still ringing, Wyoming was starting to get frustrated, and the fish were clearly getting spooked. He picked up the phone for a few moments. Staring at it he weighed his options. Then without much thought he tossed it overboard. The phone made a very pleasant plopping sound as it sunk to the bottom of the lake.
He then lay back in the boat and stared up at the purpling sky. Savoring the moment and watching as each star blinked into existences as darkness stretched out across the heavens. He was so enthralled by the specter of the universe spread out before him that he didn't even notice when a fish nibbled the bait clean off his hook.
End Note- I can't fish to save my life, but I will admit that there have been days when I wanted to chuck my cell phone in a lake.