Kay Wade
Hooked
Saturday morning, 7am. Trucks and bass boat trailers fill the parking lot at Lake Jocassee. A school of fishermen, lured from pre-dawn beds, have long since disappeared across dark, calm water to hide against the shore in favored fishing grounds. A couple of stragglers try their luck near the boat ramp as morning sun rises and throws cloud shadows against the swell of mountains along the great Blue Wall. Morning melds into afternoon and at length the fishermen return to weigh their catch and release bulging bags of fish off the dock. For this moment, buzzards await. ~K