Apparently, I was the bait.

 

Just below the surface is where my toes were wiggling.  The pond was a tad murky, so I couldn’t see very far down into the water.  The afternoon sun was baking me, but it felt good in comparison to the chill of the pond.  My legs were actually cold.

Jerry was sitting two spots away from me and watching his bobber.  He had yet to catch anything but seemed content just sitting there enjoying the day.  I pulled a piece of bread from my sandwich and tossed it onto the water.  We both watched it to see if there would be any takers.  That’s when I felt something large brush against my foot.  I quickly jerked both feet up and scooted further back onto the dock.

Jerry gave me an odd look and asked what the problem was.  “There is something very large in there.  It just rubbed against my foot.”

“What do you think it was?”

“I have no idea but I’m keeping my feet up here from now on.”

“Maybe it’s the Murky Pond Strangler.”

“You read too many horror stories.  Besides, who ever heard of strangling a foot?”

Shortly after that we packed up and headed home.  We never did find out what was in the pond.