"I thought we
banned martinis," I said.
"This is only
a temporary martini," he said. "It makes me create better and I have
created something." He set the glass down, reached into the tangle and
started to pull something out of it. He kept pulling and everything seemed to
straighten itself out and then I realized that all that stuff on the table
wasn't just a mixed-up mess of tackle; it was all one giant bottom-fishing rig.
He got it all out and then he held it up for us to see.
he said, "is the Da Vinci Multiple Fish-Finding Configuration. The world
has never seen anything like it."
He was right
about the world never having seen anything like it, and I thought that there
was no fish who had ever seen anything like it either. It looked like a Calder
mobile made out of hooks and lures. There was a weight hanging from the bottom
like a plumb bob that must have gone at least a pound. A foot up from that
there was some kind of double spreader arrangement with four different-sized
flounder hooks and then an ounce-and-a-quarter Rebel plug attached to the line
with monofilament and above that two mackerel jigs and finally 10 or 12 feet
more of monofilament tied into the line with a spinner on the end of it.
"What are you
going to catch with that?" I said. Don was smiling at the thing he was
knows?" he said. "I may catch everything."
ready for it," Bert said.
"If I get
them all on at the same time I'll retire the cup," he said, and he took a
sip of his martini. "This is the first step in a revolution."
fly," I said.
But Don had that
Kitty Hawk look on his face, as if he knew something no one else in the world