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Florida Keys Watercolor Kapers by Bob Kranich

The girl on the bridge, (Part 2, extract 43)

This is a new story titled, The Girl on the Bridge. It’s kind of a funny story where my uncle and I are fishing on a bridge and a pretty girl my age comes to fish too.

The girl on the Bridge

“Hi, young lady. What bites? I’m from Key West. My name is Norman… Norman Kranich. This is my nephew, Bob Kranich. He’s visiting from Tampa. He just walked in the backcountry…actually all the way from Georgia to Key West!”

“Oh, I didn’t give you the chance to respond.” How’s the fishing?

She replied, “I didn’t catch anything. Maybe I had a bite. He took all my bait. Oh, nice to meet you both. My name is Pat. I just came from Miami to visit my aunt and uncle. They live in Marathon.

I found myself staring at…that voice, it was so soft, and those eyes…deep blue!

“Well Pat, Bob and I are going to try to catch some bait.”

Norman opened his tackle box, “Here Bobby, put this in and throw it away like this.”

Uncle Norman came between Pat and me. He hunted. It took me a few casting tries. At that time, my mind was fishing. I pretended to be fishing, watching and spinning my reel once or twice, then locking the drag. Occasionally, I tried to sneak a peek at Uncle Norman, who unexpectedly and expertly blocked the view.

She had dropped her sunhat on her head, and it was held by a chin strap against her back. I could see her long brown hair now. It was beautiful!

Well, young lady, how long will you stay here visiting? asked Uncle Norman.
“A few more days, Mr. Kranich. I have to go back to work on Monday.

“Just call me Norm. What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a secretary for an airline,” she replied.

She kind of looked past Uncle Norman, “What are you doing Bob?”


“Oh, he’s a design engineer. He works in subcontracting,” Uncle Norman offered before I could begin.

“It sounds interesting,” she said.

“I’m sure of it,” answered Uncle Norman. “He’s also a college guy and just got out of the US Army.”

“I ate a bite, Bob. It’s hooked. Yeah, a minnow. Good bait,” he said as he rolled it up.

Just then, my rod jumped. “I have something, Uncle Norman”, I put it in.

“Okay Bobby, now we both have a bait. Hang on like this. Now throw it, and maybe we’ll catch a snapper. You know they go under that bridge when the tide comes in.

“What are you using for bait, young lady?” Bring your line and try this lure to catch a minnow. It will change your luck. Snapper will bite on live bait,” suggested Uncle Norman.

She brought hers, hooked on the lure and threw it away. He didn’t go very far.

“Bring it back, and I’ll throw it away for you. Hold, Bob, hold my cane,”

She rolled it up and Uncle Norman tossed it for her. He was now out of my way. I had a beautiful view of her, and my heart leapt.

Before we could say anything, she pulled out a minnow.

“Here, let me show you how to hook it,” Uncle Norman handed me his rod, and he began hooking the minnow on his rig.

He then moved between us: “Now we’re all ready to catch a red snapper. See the tide flow.

She was the first to have a hit, “I Got One!”

“Roll it up!” cried Uncle Norman.

She pulled him over the rail. He collapsed on the road, “How can I take it off?” she asked.

“I will help,” I started to say.

“Here, hold my rod, Bobby,” Uncle Norman handed me the pole, grabbed the big fish by the gills, and released the hook. “Do you have a cooler? »

“It’s in the car.” She came right back, and he dropped her on the ice.

“Uncle Norman!” There’s something wrong with both of us, I yelled.

He rushed over and grabbed his rigging, just in time. We both had hits and both big snappers. We took them down and on the ice.

Then my world changed.

“Well, Norman, Bob, it was nice talking to you both, and thanks for the help fishing. But I have to go. My aunt said I had to be back for lunch at noon. It’s past eleven. I better get going,” Pat said, picking up his fishing rod and cooler.

Here’s my chance, I thought as she turned and motioned for him to get into her convertible and drive away.

That night we were all eating red snapper prepared by my Aunt Dolores, an excellent cook.

Uncle Norman said, “You know, we met a beautiful girl on the bridge at No Name Key today. We actually fished with her, and guess what, Bobby didn’t even get her phone number!

Of the author :

My second complete book, Florida Keys’ Watercolor Kapers is 336 pages. There are 12 stories ranging from 6 pages to 72 pages. It is fully illustrated with 88 watercolors and sketches. The watercolors I did while roaming around Key West after completing my 750 mile hike from Georgia to Key West. (See Don Browne’s book or Southwest Florida online news recordings, A Walk Across Florida.) As you read these stories, you’ll learn about Key West, the Keys, and the Caribbean. These stories cover the period from the early 1800s to 1969.

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