I met a fish named Next Time at Mendocino Magic. I was standing on a little spit that sticks out into the reservoir. There are some rocks to set your bait down there. When I looked across to the shady spot by the big log, there were a whole mess of fish burbling around. One big one jumped out a few times. I cast over there, but I was using an old reel, and the mechanism was a little stuck. It just didn’t have the response I needed to catch that one big fish. He ate two nightcrawlers and an earthworm before I decided to head over there to talk to him 'man to fish'. I looked him in his beady little eyes and demanded he tell me his name. I swear he said, “Next time.” I thought he was being sassy with me, but then I realized I know nothing of fish culture. Next Time may be a common fish name like Nick or Kate.