The lake is flat at this time of year, at this time of day. Ten to fifteen fishermen stand on the pier waiting. The rods lean against the rail with the agitators dangling over the side and they wait for the first sign and there it is. A gull, now two, now three land on the water about eighty to ninety feet out, now ten, now twenty and the water starts to stir.
The rods are picked up and with a flick the agitators and lures trailing three to five feet behind are sent out toward the birds. As soon as the lures splash the water they are retrieved and hit. One after another the fish are pulled up onto the pier. Into the orange Home Depot pails go the fish or they are tossed onto the pier to flop for a minute before being picked up.
The birds scream, the water churns, the lures are cast and retrieved, the pails are filled, the fish leave, the water goes flat, the birds fly off and the fisherman stand on the pier with the rods leaning up against the rail waiting.
The lake is flat at this time of year, at this time of day.