Quarrels linger as fog upon the forest glade, should Shakespeare reign master puppeteer of not only man’s subconscious quarrels, but yea, the whole of the English language. Rank not I to argue either to or fro, but rather, parting from the tedium of standard script, offer henceforth and most humbly, report on summer’s fishing endeavors courtesy of Shakespeare’s Bait &Tackle.

Nature’s bounty of writhing bait creatures still rules prudent, though thou art on a declining plane of followers. Minnows, worms, and leeches paraded beneath floats or dressed on jigs probe well the rock-ridden places, deep and shallow. Dividends shall follow if thou doth have will to mill about widely. Take heed too of the deadly marriage twix summer heat and intolerance of said bait.

Transition of the catch to mid-lake abyss is the wager of the well-seasoned who hast witnessed such tradition of the noble walleye pike over scores. Probing both bottom aberrations and flats of mud at depth should procure a shore lunch of plenty for partisans of faith to the monotony it insures. The most senior of northern pike lurk also in the vast mid-regions to all measures of depth, insuring a search as savage as the beast itself. But dally not as the belligerence of the battle harkens clearly to why thou hast chosen such passion.

The tiger of the seas, the Muskellunge, presses its curious habit of hunting as first light upon horizon breaks or through cover of night. Those weary souls in obsession with the “fish of a thousand casts” should note hither and offer thine allegiance to the creed. To be forthright, securing professional interns in the obsession poses thou keen advantage for success over random scouring of the fathoms.

Cantankerous bass of all orders and legions of plucky panfish doth habit in grand numbers the margins of reeds, cabbage, and green lilies. The mire presents them with desired hostel yet vulnerable still to all manners of presentation. Artificial marvels of plastic and balsa lending form from their living brethren, prove worthy challenge. Most hospitable of species, these combatants prove eager to joust even at the noon, a period regressing many breeds from lethargic to yea, complete retire.

To conclude this congregation of subtleties of our beloved water warrior and chase thereof, it be recognized that thou doth pay high price for such noble crusade which oft renders thee asunder from beloved ones so vital to thy heart’s content. (Hi Auntie Irene!) We urge thee a strong spirit and continued will. Till our paths should meet again – to thine own self be true, thou hooks sharp as talons, thy catch worthy of memory, and thy boat superior to thy neighbors. And as always, parting is such sweet sorrow.