Jim Napier is a retired naval officer who plans a fishing trip to Platoon Lake with his grandson Reece, an amateur paranormal investigator. After encountering strange events on the way there, Reece begins to research the area and finds that hundreds...
Another truck was parked near the bridge path leading to the sandy areas just before the water.
"Looks like old Isaac beat us today," Jim said happily.
In the distance, they could see Isaac sitting in his boat in the dead center of the lake. The waters were still, and he sat patiently for a bite while listening to a Coltrane cassette on his old AM/FM radio since the signal was wonky. He took a sip of beer and lit a cigar as he waited for his prey.
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Isaac was always thefirst to arrive on Fish-N-Sip Club days as he hated for anyone to get his spot. However, members of the Fish-N-Sip club members suspect he simply takes any opportunity to get away from Laverne, his wife of 22 years. No matter the reason, he was always in the lake long before the sun rose.
"Come on now, give me what you got," Isaac said, as he moved his fishing line to the opposite side of the boat.
After thirty minutes of waiting, he felt a tug. He nearly choked on his cigar as he'd dozed off before the action began. The catch was strong and fought Isaac with a force he didn't expect. It began pulling the boat as it struggled to get free. Isaac held on, reaching for the motor to give him some leverage.
"Come on baby, daddy needs you," he said as he continued to pull.
He was able to get the boat running while barely holding onto the pole. He turned the boat in the opposite direction and pulled the prey with him. Jim and Reece watched the action from a distance, getting a good laugh from his unorthodox fishing methods.
"We almost there baby, let's go," he said as he began reeling it in.
Isaac came to the shoreline, and tilted the boat to the side, as he hit the sand, coming to an immediate stop. The fish and Isaac were thrown across the beach—the latter shouted in pain as he landed on his shoulder, popping it out of place. Jim and Reece ran to his aid as he rolled over, wincing in pain. He sat up, seeing the nearly five-foot bass flapping uncontrollably a few feet from him. The pain suddenly subsided as he stood up in amazement at the catch.
"Ooo wee! Now that's nice right there," he said, as Jim and Reece approached.
"Hey there Isaac!" Jim shouted, waving the flashlight.
The moonlight gave the lakeshore a light blue haze, but the openness of the area calmed Reece down, as he could see if anything was coming for them. The Napiers met the smiling black man wearing a raincoat and a floppy hat, continuing to rub his shoulder as Jim helped him to his feet.
"Hey, there Jim. I didn't hear you pull up!" Isaac replied.
"No, we had to park the truck. A tree fell on the road so we had to hike it a little way. But, this is my grandson, Reece," Jim said. "We saw you take a tumble. Are you alright?"
