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Monday, July 16, 2012
Dang Nabbit!
I have gotten to a place where I won't throw my line out (98% of the time still working on that 2%) if I think something is wrong with it. For instance if I'm using soft bait and it’s supposed to be weedless then that point better not be showing and the bait best be hanging right on that hook. The line needs to be without nicks or fray and if I think the line needs to be retied then that's what I'm going to do. It sounds basic and it is but sometimes I get in such a hurry that I don't want to take that few extra minutes but you know what, those few extra minutes can make the next few hours so much more productive and less frustrating and I didn't come out to fish to get frustrated (at least not by my doing). The other day I was out fishing following those rules except for once when I looked at my line and said (out loud) I should retie, well I did retie after I threw my line out and caught what appeared to be a nice fish, but yup, you guessed it my line broke. Not only did I lose a hook and bait setup I lost a good fish and ended up frustrated by my own doing. Dang nabbit!
Posted at 09:04 AM
Monday, July 9, 2012
4th of July changed the way I fish
My town does it’s fireworks on July 3rd So I took the day off and got the yard ready for our annual cookout. Everything went well had a great time with family and friends caught the fireworks and looked forward to the next day off from work with all the festivities behind me. Then came the 4th of July 7Pm to be percise and I slice two fingers right hand (2nd and 3rd fingers for all you medical people) second finger better known as the middle one. Needless to say off to the hospital we go my wife driving while I’m holding paper towels wrapped around my bloody fingers. Here’s where the story get interesting. We drive to the hospital and as we approach there’s signs everywhere saying road closed due to parade. Can you believe it the 4th of July Parade runs right past the hospital (the one with an Emergency room) and all the side streets are closed along with the main one. My dear wife who is driving won’t go down any of the roads because the sign says not to (I truly love my wife) so we get into a friendly conversation about how it’s OK to ignore the sign for the sake of my two fingers. Well, I’m losing this conversation (blood too) and lo and behold I see a police officer as we drive past him. I asked my wife to stop and 30 yards later the vehicle comes to a halt. No one is behind us so I ask her to back up (she’s not good at backing up) and the officer who is walking really slow is actually getting farther away so I decide to take matters in my own hand (left hand) and reach over and honk the horn, no response from the officer (wife still trying to back up) so I honk some more with the same results. Now mind you I’m on a road that runs parallel to the parade a block apart there’s not a lot of people on this street the parade’s already going on and this officer continues to ignore the horn so I laid on it for a good long what seemed to be like eternity time. He finally turns around looks at us then keeps walking (away from us). I’m beside myself I don’t know if it’s just because I’m so astonished at his behavior or it’s from the lack of blood I now have. (And yes my wife is still trying to back up)! To make a long story even longer we finial get him to see that we aren’t honking the horn in celebration of the 4th of July and we really need his help. You would think that he would pick up the place a little (I almost think he slowed down). Finally my wife has the permission she needs to go down the side street, emergency blinkers activated! There’s another Police Officer waiting for us when we get to the main road and stops the parade so we can get by. So I end up getting stiches in both fingers a few shots of Novocain in each finger and the doc patched me up. It’s funning how after getting the shots I had no feeling in my middle finger when you consider how often one may use it to express certain feelings. By now you should be able to understand the title of this story. I’m left handed and throw with my right hand and there lies the story. The cut having forced me to express my feelings in a different manner has allowed me to be more receptive to my surroundings and I’ve learned to let my middle finger just hang there (chilling out) just below the rod and reel and quietly go about communicating with all the water skiers, tubers, and party goers that have no understanding of fishing or boating adequate. It’s kind of a nice feeling and the difference in the way that I hold the rod and reel has in turn improved my hook up ratio. The lesson on how to hold a rod and reel cost $150. (Emergency visit) The feeling of letting my finger hang, Priceless.
Posted at 03:35 PM
Monday, June 11, 2012
The Worst Day of Fishing is Better Than any Day at the Office.
The Worst Day Fishing is Better Than any Day at the Office. Well, Let’s see how true that saying’ is. My fishing bud Stephen is planning on entering in the car topper tournament at Lake Winthrop in Holliston on June 20th so we decided to take my Lowe G4 1436 Jon-boat (just got it) to scope out the lake for him. He’s only been there a couple of times. So this was going to be a thorough dissecting of this lake. Well little did I know that gas motors were not allowed until Stephen showed up at my house in the morning so I decided to take the motor off and center my trolling motor and off we went (7:30am). Following Stephens’ directions and three or four miss turns later we get there (8:30). We get the boat in the water and then spent a couple minutes pulling weeds (lots of weeds) off the trailer (trying to do my part) and off we go. At least I thought so! No sooner did we get past the weed line I hear a voice ‘hey you two want to come back in here for a minute it’s the Environmental Police (so wanted to say no) standing tall all dressed in green. Mind you I like these guys I think there needed and appreciate what they do (to others). Anyway we troll back in (no gas motor) and the first thing he asks: Is this your trailer? Why yes sir it is. Is there any particular reason why you don’t have a license plate on it? Uh (pause) well you see officer I just got this boat and I’ve got a million things going on right now my insurance agent (it’s the truth) took my bill of sales to the RMV to transfer my registration from my old trailer to this one and I can’t believe I didn’t put the plate on this trailer, wasn’t thinking clearly I guess. So you’re telling me you don’t have your registration or plate with you? That would be correct sir. Can I see your boat registration and fishing license please (well he really didn’t say please)? I have my fishing license but I mailed all the paper work for the boat to you guys last week and haven’t got anything back yet and all my paperwork (copies of) are sitting on my kitchen table. I was going to put it in my glove box last night but uh…..forgot. Ok no boat or trailer registration and no plate. You realize I can’t let you drive down the road without a plate never mind all the other issues? Technically you don’t even own this boat or at the very least you’re using it on someone else’s registration (there’s that word again Registration). Who did you buy the boat from and when? Once again all I can say is uh……. I bought it last month around the 16th ……of May and I can’t remember the guy’s name but he lives in Millbury, Ma (hoping to get on the good side of him). As he enters his vehicle (green pickup bet you knew that) he says, just stop taking I’m going to write you up but it’s only going to be a warning. I’m going to let you fish today so don’t say another word. (I didn’t hear that part) and yup you guessed it I kept on talking pleading my case (he rolled up his window). Well I must say at this point I didn’t know what’s going to happen and my buddy Stephen he’s nowhere to be found! (I probably should have looked on the ground where he was rolling over laughing his butt off). OK….OK….to keep things on the up and up he wasn’t on the ground. So I’m trying to get focused and anticipate what he’s going to say next and just than (not focused yet) out from the pickup comes the fine outstanding gentlemen dressed in green and hands me my ticket with a “W” on it and tells me it stands for warning. (I figured I deserved that)! Well you’d think I’d just say thank you sir you’ve been more than kind BUT NO! See I’m not focused yet! I’m still working hard in my mind to straighten this whole mess out (my daughter Jada she would understand) and I keep on talking not too sure what I was saying but he interrupted me and said once again that I should quit talking! Told me I needed to call my wife and have her drop off the plate and get my things in order and AGAIN tells me not to say another word. Stephen, well, he’s laughing so hard he’s practically peeing his pants and mine are working on getting stained (I’m really close). So the nice guy leaves (I really mean that) and I now need to call my wife and we all know fishing and wives don’t always go together especially when the wife is having a yard sale. Holy crap you say! Maybe a day at the office is better than a bad day fishing. WELL let me tell you the rest of the story. The best part about all this is I have a wonderful wife and she said she would pack my things neatly and have them on the porch waiting for me if I don’t end up in jail on the way home for being a bonehead. That’s not really how it went down I know that’s what the average wife would say but once again the part about my wife being wonderful is true, she said she would stop by with the plates after the yard sale was over with our daughter Lora and delivery the plate (of humble pie). Finally! Line in the water (9:30am) and when everything was said and done (eight hours of fishing) I lost a buzz-bait, found a top-water in a tree, caught three bass not even worth mentioning (even though I just did) and Stephen caught two bass and a couple pickerel. Oh I forgot to mention that earlier as I was coming in to get the plate from my wife and daughter I ran over a rock. Thankfully it was a flat rock (apparently I’m still not focused) but non-the-less it scared the crap out of both of us and I thought my trolling motor was a goner. You should have seen that thing do the funky dance! And, oh did I mention I forgot my oars! Now fast forward to today as I’m sitting here writing this at work (lunch break) I get a phone call from my insurance agent saying the registration is in the mail and if I didn’t get it on Saturday (I didn’t) I should have it today. OUT FREAKING STANDING! We did cover every inch of that lake and we now know where every rock is and to the best of my ability Stephen is ready for the tournament which was the main goal. At least we accomplished that. HAPPY FISHING….Stay focused!
Posted at 01:04 PM |
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