There is a somewhat seedy little amusement park not far from here with name of Lake Winnepesaukah. Supposedly the name is derived from a Native American word for beautiful or bountiful water. Locals call the place Lake Winnie for short.
The owners of the park hold fireworks shows several times during the summer. When I lived on Missionary Ridge I could hear the booms of these pyrotechnics going off and it was not hard at all to imagine Bragg firing his batteries at Grant's men as they stormed up the slopes of the ridge and overwhelmed the Confederate positions. Not hard at all.
Anyway, there is a lake in the park. A small body of water unremarkable in everyway except that a significant population of large, and I mean large, carp resides there.
Which is where the plan comes in. Each summer I work out a scheme in my head to sneak in a travel rod and a handful of flies. I'm thinking #10 sulphur dries ought to do the trick since these fish will often rise to a bit of popcorn pitched onto the surface. I'll stand in line for the paddleboats and when my turn comes I'll paddle to the middle of the lake where I can assemble the rod discreetly. And then I'll give those brutes a go. The only real question from that point is whether or not I could land a fish before security got to me.
Each summer I try to convince myself to pull it off. What's the worst that could happen? Probably a lifetime ban from the park. Confiscation of the rod, etc. I'm not sure they would, or could, do much more than that.
But I still have not been able to summon the guts needed to go through with it. Not yet anyway.
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