|Chuck and I had gone out to D-Bar-A for an afternoon of fishing from the shore line in late May.
I took my pole and a small tackle box to the shore with me. I put a rapalla on and made about a dozen casts. Then I hooked a nice 2 1/2 - 3 lb Largemouth.
I was having a hard time getting the hooks out, and deceided to go to my truck, which was about 20 yards away, to get a set of plyers.
I laid my pole with the rapalla and the bass back off the shore about 10 feet from the water, and ran to my truck.
I got the plyers and ran back. I couldn't have been gone more than 5 minutes.
When I got back, my pole was there, but no fish.
I first thought that it had flipped back into the water, but when I picked up my pole, the line did not lead to the water, but down the shorline about 5 feet away.
As I followed the line, it led to a whole in the ground that had been covered up with leaves.
I pulled on my line, and it pulled back! The line finally went slack and out popped my lure.
Poop ! I really don't know what took my fish into the whole, but about 10 minutes later, I saw an Otter swimming in the lake out in front of me, on it's back, displaying what appeared to be a very fully tummy, and I'm sure I saw a smile on it's face.