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I hooked up with a fellow Ifisher today who generously offered a couple of open seats out on the Columbia for summer hogs. Mr. A and I took him up on his offer. Our generous Ifisher host shall remain nameless for reasons that will become painfully obvious. Let's just call him Mr. X.
We put in at Chinook landing at around 4:30AM. We went up the river in the dark to just past the mouth of the Sandy. After about a dozen attempts next to two different hog lines,
we just couldn't seem to get the anchor to set. We decided to head down stream and try and find a better spot to anchor. :blush: Mr. X asked me if I'd like to drive and I said "sure!". On the way back down, I hit a patch of weeds and plugged the jet.
Unpluged the jet and off we went, with Mr. X at the tiller this time.
We ended up at the upstream tip of Government island. The anchor set great there and we got to fishing. We threw everything at them, we all had a selection of spinners in different sizes and color. The other two had some plugs, and they gave them a shot. We added scents, wrapped the quikfish.... Nothing, not even a nibble. Oh yea, I did bring a nice, big, fat, *********
up to the boat! OK, about 4 hours of that and we decided to act on a tip and try another spot by the 205 bridge.
At the bridge, same story, 3 or 4 hours of nothing. Except this time I caught a nice, big, fat, STICK.
Well about this time our host, Mr. X decides he's a bit hungry and digs into his bag for a snack and lo and behold, what does he pull out!! BANANAS, :shocked: not just one but 4, you heard me right!, FOUR BANANAS. :shocked: Mr. A and I just about jump out of our seats, "You're kidding Mr. X! What were you thinking? Havn't you heard the stories about bananas? Poor Mr. X didn't have a clue. :shrug:
I've heard the stories. I read the jabs at other ifishers, team banana, bananaboy, etc. I've never put much stock in such nonsense, however. I thought it was just superstition, about as silly as a pitcher not changing his socks during a streak, Until now..............
[ 07-05-2003, 06:04 PM: Message edited by: Woody ]
We put in at Chinook landing at around 4:30AM. We went up the river in the dark to just past the mouth of the Sandy. After about a dozen attempts next to two different hog lines,


We ended up at the upstream tip of Government island. The anchor set great there and we got to fishing. We threw everything at them, we all had a selection of spinners in different sizes and color. The other two had some plugs, and they gave them a shot. We added scents, wrapped the quikfish.... Nothing, not even a nibble. Oh yea, I did bring a nice, big, fat, *********
At the bridge, same story, 3 or 4 hours of nothing. Except this time I caught a nice, big, fat, STICK.
Well about this time our host, Mr. X decides he's a bit hungry and digs into his bag for a snack and lo and behold, what does he pull out!! BANANAS, :shocked: not just one but 4, you heard me right!, FOUR BANANAS. :shocked: Mr. A and I just about jump out of our seats, "You're kidding Mr. X! What were you thinking? Havn't you heard the stories about bananas? Poor Mr. X didn't have a clue. :shrug:
I've heard the stories. I read the jabs at other ifishers, team banana, bananaboy, etc. I've never put much stock in such nonsense, however. I thought it was just superstition, about as silly as a pitcher not changing his socks during a streak, Until now..............
[ 07-05-2003, 06:04 PM: Message edited by: Woody ]