He’s been a lurker for quite some time, so he does have somewhat of a
clue…He’s fishing a gateway; (code 72, for those of you on the VPS network…Virtual Private Spots). For this particular tide stage, I will suggest that he work some structure that was deposited some years ago by our patriots (NO, not the football team).
-With the water level, tide stage and moon phase…this should be a productive spot for a couple of hours. Unfortunately, he will lose his first offering; you see…this “Lurker” has not yet grasped the lead-head weight/ratio/current-speed technique. He will cast past the
structure and slowly work his offering toward it, BUT,…being that we had not discussed the weight of his head, which was rather large for the rubber he had shafted it upon … needless to say, the minute he reached the
structure, he got a bump. At first he hesitated, he would not expect a hit on his first attempt…before it was too late, he pulled up on the tip…he felt something...he set the hook, gave a double set…just to make sure he was in there good… and commenced his retrieve. The bend in the rod was Extreme…and his opponent, unmovable…he thought he was into a record breaking fish. The more he cranked the reel, the more the
fish fought him. After a solid 2 minutes, he tired and slowed up his retrieve…only to find out the fish had also tired, and had decided to take a rest. He decided this was a great time to turn the fish. He pulled up stoughtly on his rod and the fish was still there, again, he started to retrieve…the drag was singing that sweet song…zzzzzzzzzz…
.. he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t move the fish. He looked down at his drag and thought, maybe it was too loose. He reached down and completely turned it off and strongly set the hook again….then it hit him. …no, not the fact that he was stuck and that’s why he was able to retrieve line while the drag kept screaming. What hit him,…. was hit ROD, square in the fore-head. He had snapped the line on his last hook-set, and because he was indeed stuck, the momentum of his set sent the rod directly at his head. He then fell back on his cheeks and started laughing hysterically. After recomposing himself…he decided to try a different technique. He looked back into his Plano box, pulled his scup hooks out of the way, moved the bobbers to a different compartment, and there it was…
…a Tattoo Sea-Spook, in a herring pattern….
(…to be continued…)