Man vs. Wild

​It was a typical outing that included a whole day from sun up to sun down of going after “big game”

Of course, the game they were after was the usual and most elevated forms of big game huntings since time immemorial

Bass fishing.

Catching “The Big One”.

For even the most experienced of anglers, fish still manage to keep themselves quite elusive; often after years and decades of going after these aquatic creatures.

Taking into account the weather, what sunny days do, or cloud cover, clear water vs. murky water, the four seasons, a multiplicity of factors could mean the difference between a free for all and not a nibble.

Of course, a couple of guys just hanging out off work, knocking back a few beers, were not necessarily so concerned with the intense sporting aspect.

But that changed when one of them suddenly hooked a bite off a wacky rig and after a few minutes working the big guy off of the lily pads…

...reeled in a couple of scummy fronds.

After this first unsuccessful catch, the boys were jolted out of their lackadaisical stupor and re-caught the bug they probably had not felt since they were children.

However, after some five hours of adept angling that would qualify them for the Bassmaster Classic, the ultimate result was yet to be realized;

I.e. they still had not caught a single fish.

Ultimately the Sun had to start setting; the guys having to go back to their families and prepare for work the next day.

They chalked this up only to a temporary defeat in the eternal battle of man against nature, resolving to pick up arms again their next day off.

Of course, their “resolve” was met with a large foot-female jumping high out of the water as they were leaving;

Waving its tail fin in their direction.