Vixen 03 (Dirk Pitt 5) - Page 21

"How much longer?" Giordino asked him. "I could use some liquid nourishment, preferably the kind that comes out of a bottle."

"It'll be dark in a couple of hours," said Steiger. "I make a motion we call it a day."

"You win my vote." Giordino looked across at Pitt. "How about it, Captain Bligh? Shall I reel in the camera?"

"No, keep it dangling. We'll troll it back to the dock."

Giordino awkwardly turned his boat a hundred eighty degrees and began pulling for home.

"I think your theory has about shot its wad," said Steiger. "We've been over the center of the lake twice and all we have to show for it is a bundle of sore muscles and a picture of a tumbledown shack. Face the inevitable, Pitt: there's nothing of interest in this lake but fish." Steiger paused and nodded at the television equipment. "And speaking of the denizens of the deep-what a fisherman wouldn't give to own a rig like this."

Pitt looked up at Steiger thoughtfully. "Al, make for the old man on your left who's casting on the shore."

Giordino twisted around and noted the direction Pitt indicated. He nodded silently and altered his course. Steiger followed suit.

A few more minutes' rowing brought the boats within hailing distance of an elderly angler who was expertly laying a fly beside a massive boulder that protruded from the lake's surface. He looked up and tipped his fly-festooned hat at Pitt's greeting.

"Having any luck?"

"That's not very original," Steiger mumbled.

"Business is a mite slow today," answered the angler.

"Do you fish Table Lake often?"

"Off and on for twenty-two years."

"Can you tell me what part of the lake eats the most bait?"

"Come again?"

 

; "Is there a section of Table Lake where fishermen frequently lose their lures?"

"Over toward the dam there's a submerged log that does a pretty good job of it."

"What depth?"

"Eight, maybe twelve feet."

"I'm looking for a spot that's deeper, much deeper," said Pitt.

The old angler thought a moment. "Up toward the big marsh at the north end of the lake there's this big hole. Lost two of my best spinners in it last summer while trolling deep. A lot of the big fish swim deep during hot weather. I don't recommend trying your luck there, though. Not unless you own part interest in a tackle shop."

"Much obliged for your help," Pitt said, and waved. "Good luck!"

"Same to you," said the old angler. He went back to his casting and within a few moments his pole arched with a strong bite.

"You heard, Al?"

Giordino looked longingly at the dock and then at the lake's north end, a quarter of a mile away. Resigning himself to the chore, he raised the camera to keep it from creeping into the lake bed and then adjusted his gloves and took up the oars again. Steiger gave Pitt a four-letter stare but raised the white flag.

A half hour of fighting a gusting cross chop passed with agonizing slowness. Steiger and Giordino went about their labor in 15

silence; Giordino on blind faith in Pitt's judgment, Steiger because he was damned if he'd let Giordino outendure him. Pitt stayed glued to the monitor, every so often calling out depth adjustments to Giordino.

The bottom of Table Lake began to rise the closer to the marsh they rowed. Then, abruptly, the silt and weed began dropping away, and the water darkened. They halted to lower the camera and then resumed the stroke.

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