A love story about fish

She mocked me all weekend.
She was the last thing I thought about at night and the first thing I
thought about in the morning.
Friday - I offered her a crankbait. She accepted it. She jumped as I
brought her closer and spit it out.
I tried to get her attention for the rest of the day but she wasn't
interested.
Saturday - I offered her almost everything I had. Senkos, lizards,
tubes, crankbaits, jerkbaits. She ignored them all. She would give me
the cold shoulder the rest of the day.
Sunday - I again came to her with offers of standard fair - Senkos and
crankbaits.
I looked through my collection for something that would be
irresistible. I had tried them all...or so I thought. I grabbed it from
the back of the box and tied it on. I flipped it to her and twitched
it. A splash! A tug! I pulled her closer again. She jumped and she
jumped again. I reached down and grabbed her.
Even covered in dirt and pond muck, she was beautiful. I gently took
the Skitter Pop away from her and put her on my scale. 4.0 pounds. She
was mine at last. I gave her one last look and slipped her back into
the water. She slowly swam away.
We'll meet again someday.