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im not sure where to post, so I put it in both teen forum and this one.
Well, heres mine.
I have many, many memorable fishing experiences. Even the days I don't catch can be memorable, although I must admit many times I come home frustrated. But it doesn't deter me anymore; unlike last year, I'm more confident and I now know fishing is a game of luring in and tricking your quarry, and the days end result isn't always succesful. The most important memorys are not always catching. Anyway,
It was an October morning in 2002. At about 8 or 9AM Mike and I arrived at Conimicut point beach (for those of you that are not local, its not the best area over here but we didnt have many options)
Much of the day was spent roaming the beaches, attempting to "read the water" without much success, and chasing the occasional blitz that would catch the corner of our eye. Many time we have come to this beach to be greeted by a bunch of rainclouds....there is always rain here, for some unknown reason. Wading was mostly done in my jeans (lol) and we weren't as "equipped" as we are now. But we would walk, sometimes pretty long distances, and of course factoring in the sand that can be tiring. The day passed by slowly. Small blitzes here and there, small patches of bait, but nothing special. I specifically remember us making "rod holders" out of a two-hole cinderblock, and it would work quite well. We would let our rods sit with bait, while eating saltine crackers and reciting lines from Jaws. I realized we had about an hour to go until my dad came to get me (it was now approaching around 4:30PM) We continued with our normal talking, and just hanging out on the beach, when in the corner of my eye I spotted a ferocious blitz. We grabbed our rods out of the holders and ran to the site, but by the time we got there and casted it was basically over.
Then, much to our surprise, a young (maybe 25 year old) guy was fishing a grassy point not too far away. This isnt a very crowded location for fishing, so we decided to check it out. As we neared the spot, the man was pulling in some nice little schoolie stripers and small blues. This was exciting, we immediatly began casting and retreiving 4" storm wildeye baits and hooking up with fish. I dont specifically remember the tally that night - i've caught more, and bigger fish since then....but for some reason, that night sticks in my head. My dad was yelling at me through my cell phone, waiting at the parking lot some distance away, but we just had to keep embracing this chance, catching these fish....it was a fun night, but eventually we had to call it quits when my dad began threatening me through my cell phone. After many schoolie bass and bluefish action, Mike and I returned to my dads truck. I had a mix of excitement and regret in me - I was glad after catching all those fish and my adrenaline was still pumped, but I didn't want to leave the action...
I will never forget that night, as the most memorable fishing experience I have ever had. I don't think it can be described well through words, I think Mike would agree. It would have to be experienced by another, first hand. And it wouldnt matter how many fish taht person has caught, and how big they were - there was just something about the setting, the mood, and the blitz, that combined and made it a perfect night.
:laughing: worth a shot.......im not looking to win anything, just thought I would share the experience.....
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