Here's a little something to make you laugh -
I headed out at 3:30am Thurs. morning to do a little fishing. I brought a
bike with me to cover more ground. Seeing as how I had the day off, and
she was working all day... there was no time limit. I parked my truck at the very East point of my fishing area ((mistake #1)) - - - - Not long after reaching the water's edge I started hearing the tail slaps of some undersized stripers. I quickly parked the bike and tossed in one of BM's Dannys...<<blurple one>>, hoping to start my day with some fish. It didn't take long before I was releasing my first fish. I kept follwing the fish and they remained very cooperative...there were no blooos to be had. Once the sun came up ... the bone-fessst started. I've never seen so many schools of bonito/false albacore...whatever you choose to call them...it was incredible -- and I was determined
The race began - I started my chase and kept on top of them. I was casting very precisely...always working my
lure through the ruccus, but as some of you may know...bones aren't the easiest fish to fool. .... but THEY CAN MOVE!!
As a matter of fact they move so much .. that before you knew it, I was about 3 miles away from the truck when I came across a school of striped bass...very eager to swallow wood I might add
After having some more fun with the bass....the hunt continued on for the bones. I continued to head west...after all that's where the bones were heading and with no
honey-do's for the morning...I was still determined. A short time later I came across a decent sized school of bonito. This school was darting east then west and vice a versa...they really had me moving. I probably looked silly to the chunkers that kept seeing me race by and not catching anything - - - Then it happened - - - I had just turned the bike around and started pedaling hard when all of a sudden the bike went clunk and I went flying over the handlebars . .
I had been pedaling while standing to move a little quicker and one of the $%#$%@ pedals completely broke off.
...because I was standing and serioulsy pupming the pedals...I WENT FLYING....<<what we go through just to catch a damn fish>>....Ok, I can deal with this...I'll put the pedal back on
...the thread on the pedal was all %@%$ up, there was NO getting it back on....IMPROVISE!. I went looking for some branches....I stuck a branch throug the hole and tried it out. Three full turns and....SNAP!!!.....Next branch....SNAP!!....Ok...time for something else....My pliers....I stuck one of the handle ends into the hole....seemed to work for awhile....then....CLUNK!!!...It ate the rubber of the handle and kept slipping off the steel.......Next handle........same deal....CLUNK!!....Park the bike and walk back to pick up the pliers....
I waste a little more time trying to come up with another idea...but then realize, I'm #$@@%!!!
Yes, the walk was long...but it still gave up a few more fish. Once I finally got back to the truck...(and after taking a short rest)...I drove to another spot (the truck, NOT the bike).... 10 minutes later,,,....BONE ON!!
I gotta say....that one fight with the added current made that whole
bike episode seem like a forgotten dream. Fishing is like nothing else....you could have a terrible day (which I didn't)....and at the last second something wonderful can happen and change the whole trip...
I hope I started your Friday off with a little chuckle....I'm still laughing now....even with both my thighs still pumping.
I keep reading reports about there being a lack of fish.....lack of large maybe, but NOT fish.
Friday Chuckler
...it finally happened, there are no more secret spots
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