So, I have a fish tale to tell.
It’s about a fish we didn’t catch. But it was out of this world. A sign posted at the end of our crickety fishing pier in an alcove of Lake Wylie featured the image of a largemouth bass, the likes of which trolled deeper waters that we’d angle in.
We cast lines amid schools of bluegill and green sunfish and an occasional striped bass in the shallow waters before us.
The sign warned of mercury levels found in the larger bass found in the lake.