It was just after 7 o clock when Seps pulled in the parking lot.  I had gotten there early, so I had already packed a small tackle bag, nothing but the essentials.  I brought a couple hooks, a shallow diving crank bait, and some extra worms.  Seps had brought a backpack, also filled to the gills with his fishing arsenal.  For a slightly impromptu fishing trip we were more than prepared. Eager to fish, we both started suiting up in the parking lot.  We grab the supplies and our rods and marched to the pond.  I approached and slowly headed into the water.  Being it was my first time, I was hesitant to go in.  Seps, being my teacher of sorts, practically jumped right in. 

 But what a rush!  It was awesome, the second you get in, you can feel the chill take over.  The pressure of the water weighing down on every part of your body.  Once I was one with the pond, I went in as far as my chest.   For the first time this season we put on the waders and it opens up a whole new world of fishing. They didn't even know we were coming, like I said, we were one with the pond.  I nailed three fair fish by the end of the sunset.  As far as we were concerned it was a successful little vacation.  As we called it a night, all I could do was look over the water, not a single ripple in sight, it was as smooth as glass.  But just as we're leaving the pond, a fish breaks the reflecting the purple sky on the water, just taunting us to come back..