This was my first "fishing" sojourn to the pond since the operation. I gave myself an hour, including the walk down and the slow walk back up to the house. I was having fun catching bluegills and small bass when this happened. All I know is I was innocently casting a chamois 'worm' about an inch and a half on a size 12 hook, when I hooked more fish than I'd planned on. Looking at the frayed tail, this is a big male that was fanning/making a nest deeper than I could see into the water. The females haven't begun laying yet, so the only thing sitting on nests are expectant, so to speak, males awaiting a visit.
By the time I got this guy unhooked and semi-revived, I was plopped on my rear with my head between my legs trying to stop the spinning. After a few minutes I focused enough to see the bass, which was staring back, right where I'd left him in a foot of water. One of us had to move, so I figured I'd stand up and if he didn't swim off, I'd wade in and do some more fish CPR. Fortunately, he streaked off in a cloud of clay and I dragged back up here.
The Yamame came through again.
