I strung up my battered but still serviceable Orvis www.orvis.com Silver Label 3 weight and walked to my neighbor’s house the other evening and knocked on the back door. He appeared with his customary, friendly greeting.
“Of course. Help yourself.”
I know this place well. It’s a small pond but like the rest of my neighbor’s property it is neatly kept and well maintained. Manicured, comes to mind.
It’s also loaded with fish – bluegill and catfish, mostly – although some evenings you’d swear there isn’t a fish in it. That wasn’t the case the other day. It wasn’t a fish each cast but close to it. I lost count but I wasn’t really there to keep count anyway.