5-Cents
03-16-2003, 05:38 PM
Deep down inside I knew I should not have gone fishing today. It seems like I never do any good on a Sunday, and to boot most of my more "memorable” (not in a good way) moments happen fishing on Sundays. :shrug:
Alarm goes off at 4 AM. I hit the snooze and sleep a little too late. Great now I am going to be late to meet FishnXTC (Chris) and his girlfriend BC (Sheryl sp?) at the dock. On the way I pick up my coffee cup on the truck and my thumb must have had some kind of seizure because I drop the thing in my lap. No towels or napkins in the truck so I decide to wear it. graemlins/dork.gif
I get to the ramp to meet XTC and BC and I realize that I forgot my camera. I ask Chris if he brought his camera and he said “Hell no, you always bring yours.” Not that it would matter today anyway. :hoboy:
We load all the gear and get the boat in the water. I ask Chris to warm up the kicker so we can get the warm water wash running to defrost the bait for wrapping the Kwikfish. When I get back to the boat and jump in I look down and there is water on the deck of the boat. Hmmmm, is the warm water wash overflowing? NOPE forgot to put the plug in. :shocked: I sprint back to the truck (if any of you have ever met me seeing me sprint is a show all its own :tongue: ) back the trailer down and let about 100 gallons of water drain out of the bilge. The only good thing about this is that the ramp was not busy yet because nobody is out of their minds to get there as early as we did. What the heck I needed to wash out my bilge anyway.
Now we are finally on our way and we get to fishing, and fishing, and fishing and fishing. In case you can’t read between the lines there was very little catching. We decided to change venues. After a while in the water I got a take down (the way things went today it was probably a pike minnow anyway). Just as I start to dash for my rod Chris stands up in front of me and I slammed into him. :hoboy: This collision was akin to a Mac Truck hitting a VW Bug. Chris bounced off and hit the deck hard. I on the other hand did not even spill a drop of the full cup of coffee in my other hand, can you say ricochet??? Needless to say I missed what ever did hit. graemlins/eek13.gif
After the tide quit running we decided to troll, troll, troll and troll some more with the same results… a big fat NOTHING.
After all of this I have taken a solemn oath to never, ever fish on a Sunday again. I am very fortunate to get to fish during the week and I will from now on leave the weekend fish to the weekend fishermen.
Chris and Sheryl I still had a good time. Next time we will put a whoopin on those fish that they will not soon forget. Every once in a while you have to have a day like this to remind yourself that we are not indeed bulletproof like we would like to think we are! Hopefully my next one is not for a long, long time!
:cheers:
Alarm goes off at 4 AM. I hit the snooze and sleep a little too late. Great now I am going to be late to meet FishnXTC (Chris) and his girlfriend BC (Sheryl sp?) at the dock. On the way I pick up my coffee cup on the truck and my thumb must have had some kind of seizure because I drop the thing in my lap. No towels or napkins in the truck so I decide to wear it. graemlins/dork.gif
I get to the ramp to meet XTC and BC and I realize that I forgot my camera. I ask Chris if he brought his camera and he said “Hell no, you always bring yours.” Not that it would matter today anyway. :hoboy:
We load all the gear and get the boat in the water. I ask Chris to warm up the kicker so we can get the warm water wash running to defrost the bait for wrapping the Kwikfish. When I get back to the boat and jump in I look down and there is water on the deck of the boat. Hmmmm, is the warm water wash overflowing? NOPE forgot to put the plug in. :shocked: I sprint back to the truck (if any of you have ever met me seeing me sprint is a show all its own :tongue: ) back the trailer down and let about 100 gallons of water drain out of the bilge. The only good thing about this is that the ramp was not busy yet because nobody is out of their minds to get there as early as we did. What the heck I needed to wash out my bilge anyway.
Now we are finally on our way and we get to fishing, and fishing, and fishing and fishing. In case you can’t read between the lines there was very little catching. We decided to change venues. After a while in the water I got a take down (the way things went today it was probably a pike minnow anyway). Just as I start to dash for my rod Chris stands up in front of me and I slammed into him. :hoboy: This collision was akin to a Mac Truck hitting a VW Bug. Chris bounced off and hit the deck hard. I on the other hand did not even spill a drop of the full cup of coffee in my other hand, can you say ricochet??? Needless to say I missed what ever did hit. graemlins/eek13.gif
After the tide quit running we decided to troll, troll, troll and troll some more with the same results… a big fat NOTHING.
After all of this I have taken a solemn oath to never, ever fish on a Sunday again. I am very fortunate to get to fish during the week and I will from now on leave the weekend fish to the weekend fishermen.
Chris and Sheryl I still had a good time. Next time we will put a whoopin on those fish that they will not soon forget. Every once in a while you have to have a day like this to remind yourself that we are not indeed bulletproof like we would like to think we are! Hopefully my next one is not for a long, long time!
:cheers: