The cast sailed straight but high. I watched one of my favorite lures pass over a branch, thread its way through numerous twigs and leaves then fall into the mouth of the creek at which my wife had aimed. There is only one thing to do in such circumstances. First is to raise the lure out of the water lest a fish grab it and make retrieval far more difficult. Then you just have to get to the lure, snip it off the line and reel the now hook free line back through the tree branches.

I handle the boat when we fish, so my wife reeled in just enough to dangle the lure at the right height for her to reach it once I got the boat in place. Keeping it there proved tricky as the approach of the boat caused it to lower and her reeling produced an irregular pattern of raising and lowering plus swinging about.

Slowly steering a boat around creek furniture can be tricky. The lure was dangling over a large submerged stump that I did not want to hit so speed control was important. I took my time and the lure swung about, occasionally duking below the surface.

We were about 10 feet away and the lure was just inches out of the water when a large Bluegill jumped up and grabbed the lure. It hooked itself and thrashed desperately trying to get back into the creek. The added weight and energy created a very wide swing and an unpredictable pattern. I got the boat as close as I dared to the center of the pendulum and stood in the bow trying to grab the line every time it came close enough. After what seemed like forever, the boat drifted on the current and I was out of range. My wife lowered the fish back into the water to keep it form suffocating while I re-positioned the boat. The next try was successful. The fish was boated and released and I cut the line.

My wife and I will always cherish the day she caught a Bluegill in a tree.