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The kid has a report due next week so the wife took them to that silly Getty Museum for the afternoon.
As soon as they pulled out of the driveway I started packing my gear to go fishing. (Not a Museum type of guy)
Roll into to the parking lot and start taking out the poles... S**t! Forgot my backpack.
Head home, pick it up and return.
Short 3 minute walk to the spot and throw in the kids line like I always do and set it in a pole holder. Start my casting for that monster Bass that I know is out there. There was an older guy about 30 yards left and a young family about 30 yards to the right so there is plenty of room to play around. On this side of the lake the wind isn't just blowing, it's howling to the point that it blew my hat off making it very difficult to cast so after about 30 minutes I packed up and headed to the other side.
The kids and I had found a spot that is well protected from the wind. It's wide open and very comfortable to fish but there was already somebody there. So I asked politely, excuse me sir, I've been blow out on the other side would you mind if I fish off to the right here.
He say's no problem go ahead, I just got here myself.
This guy looks like he know's what he's doing and has gear to prove it so being a little embarrassed about my kids little rig I quickly threw out the kids pole and just set it against a rock while I got my stuff ready. I have a license to fish two poles so when they are not with me I always throw one in for them like they are there and then fish my own stuff.
If something comes up on the kids pole they figure they caught it wether they were there or not.
I noticed this guy is throwing what they call a "Wacky rig" and I couldn't help but to ask him to show it to me. I've been reading about it and it just made no sense to me what so ever. I hate to bug a guy when he's fishing but how else am I going to know what that thing is or how works.
I think the fact that I knew what it was called got his attention and he gave me a 1 hour fishing lesson on presentation, casting and the works. I showed him the new rod and reel setup I bought my ten year old and he says ya, I took a tour of the plant that makes those. OK, now I'm stunned. Who am I talking to here?
Screw humility, I'm just going to keep asking questions. And ask I did.
Guess I was overtaken by this opportunity because behind me I didn't notice my kids pole had slid off the rock and on to the shore.
I turned around and the pole was headed for the water and without a thought I did the unthinkable. Yep, I went after it.
At first it seemed trivial, a foot of water, shoes wet, whatever but it got serious quickly. Every time I reached for that pole it darted away another few feet. Within a few seconds I was in 6 feet of water, I looked up at this master fisherman who had this look on his face of "wtf is wrong with you" and I said to myself stop. Just stop right now.
I swear if I had been alone I would have swam after that frigging pole. What else could happen? Get my hat wet?
So I got up, climbed to shore soaking wet and humiliated. This dude thought I had slipped. After explaining what happened he stuck around with my wet ass for another 30 minutes. He gave me two of his wackys and headed out.
Moral of the story sort of is, watch the pole go buh bye:
Cell phone: $600.00, iffy, kinda works, soaking in rice.
Wallet: unknown damage
Car key that starts by an electronic key: still works
Pole and reel: $45.00
Telling your kid you lost her favorite pole that she's caught 50 fish on? Ever hear a ten year old girl scream? It aint pretty.
As soon as they pulled out of the driveway I started packing my gear to go fishing. (Not a Museum type of guy)
Roll into to the parking lot and start taking out the poles... S**t! Forgot my backpack.
Head home, pick it up and return.
Short 3 minute walk to the spot and throw in the kids line like I always do and set it in a pole holder. Start my casting for that monster Bass that I know is out there. There was an older guy about 30 yards left and a young family about 30 yards to the right so there is plenty of room to play around. On this side of the lake the wind isn't just blowing, it's howling to the point that it blew my hat off making it very difficult to cast so after about 30 minutes I packed up and headed to the other side.
The kids and I had found a spot that is well protected from the wind. It's wide open and very comfortable to fish but there was already somebody there. So I asked politely, excuse me sir, I've been blow out on the other side would you mind if I fish off to the right here.
He say's no problem go ahead, I just got here myself.
This guy looks like he know's what he's doing and has gear to prove it so being a little embarrassed about my kids little rig I quickly threw out the kids pole and just set it against a rock while I got my stuff ready. I have a license to fish two poles so when they are not with me I always throw one in for them like they are there and then fish my own stuff.
If something comes up on the kids pole they figure they caught it wether they were there or not.
I noticed this guy is throwing what they call a "Wacky rig" and I couldn't help but to ask him to show it to me. I've been reading about it and it just made no sense to me what so ever. I hate to bug a guy when he's fishing but how else am I going to know what that thing is or how works.
I think the fact that I knew what it was called got his attention and he gave me a 1 hour fishing lesson on presentation, casting and the works. I showed him the new rod and reel setup I bought my ten year old and he says ya, I took a tour of the plant that makes those. OK, now I'm stunned. Who am I talking to here?
Screw humility, I'm just going to keep asking questions. And ask I did.
Guess I was overtaken by this opportunity because behind me I didn't notice my kids pole had slid off the rock and on to the shore.
I turned around and the pole was headed for the water and without a thought I did the unthinkable. Yep, I went after it.
At first it seemed trivial, a foot of water, shoes wet, whatever but it got serious quickly. Every time I reached for that pole it darted away another few feet. Within a few seconds I was in 6 feet of water, I looked up at this master fisherman who had this look on his face of "wtf is wrong with you" and I said to myself stop. Just stop right now.
I swear if I had been alone I would have swam after that frigging pole. What else could happen? Get my hat wet?
So I got up, climbed to shore soaking wet and humiliated. This dude thought I had slipped. After explaining what happened he stuck around with my wet ass for another 30 minutes. He gave me two of his wackys and headed out.
Moral of the story sort of is, watch the pole go buh bye:
Cell phone: $600.00, iffy, kinda works, soaking in rice.
Wallet: unknown damage
Car key that starts by an electronic key: still works
Pole and reel: $45.00
Telling your kid you lost her favorite pole that she's caught 50 fish on? Ever hear a ten year old girl scream? It aint pretty.
Last edited by dlobo on Sat Apr 26, 2014 8:43 pm; edited 1 time in total
