OPTIMISTIC version:
buddy and I pulled the midnight shift on the board walk by the municipal building the other night. We started fishing at around 1am, eagerly anticipating the glorious sound of bells jingling. We just had this feeling that we were going to really get into them. Oh man, we're we ever right! The first hour, we perched ourselves on the edges of our chairs, ready to sprint to meet the first victim of the impending onslaught. Hours 2- 4 , the fatigue had us relaxed a little more, kicked back in our chairs. You might have thought we were sleeping, but make no mistake, we were ready to flash into action, like a jaguar stalking it's prey through the tall grass. Hour 5 is when we were rewarded for our herculean efforts. I had just recast my lures, after checking that they were in fact still down there, when I felt the elusive beast start chewing on my perch color body bait. I sounded the alarm and my buddy was quick to respond. He netted the 19" wally just in time! After that excitement, we were both whipped and settled back into our lounging chairs for the remainder of the morning. We had to go a couple of hours later, but what a trip! It's nice to have a place, only an hours drive, where we can go and count on the fishing being HOT!
PESSIMISTIC version:
Two guys, 6 hours, only one stinking fish. The river is dead.
buddy and I pulled the midnight shift on the board walk by the municipal building the other night. We started fishing at around 1am, eagerly anticipating the glorious sound of bells jingling. We just had this feeling that we were going to really get into them. Oh man, we're we ever right! The first hour, we perched ourselves on the edges of our chairs, ready to sprint to meet the first victim of the impending onslaught. Hours 2- 4 , the fatigue had us relaxed a little more, kicked back in our chairs. You might have thought we were sleeping, but make no mistake, we were ready to flash into action, like a jaguar stalking it's prey through the tall grass. Hour 5 is when we were rewarded for our herculean efforts. I had just recast my lures, after checking that they were in fact still down there, when I felt the elusive beast start chewing on my perch color body bait. I sounded the alarm and my buddy was quick to respond. He netted the 19" wally just in time! After that excitement, we were both whipped and settled back into our lounging chairs for the remainder of the morning. We had to go a couple of hours later, but what a trip! It's nice to have a place, only an hours drive, where we can go and count on the fishing being HOT!
PESSIMISTIC version:
Two guys, 6 hours, only one stinking fish. The river is dead.
Finally some success from "the wall"!
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