racfish wrote:I'm with you on the knee blowouts. I know that one and I have two braces. If youre going out Hiway 522 stop for coffee at the Beehive. That makes a bad day look better.
the knees suck. it kinda limits you on what you can do and beehive check hitting it up fri morning!
MotoBoat wrote:The way your list of follies is written is humorous. Never seem to upset with each WTF moment! And there is a list. After a day like that. I would find it hard to pick up where I left off by tying up some leaders. That would have to wait for another day. But nope, your going for it!
I have been on plenty of lakes where the fishing is tuff. But, persevere and end up scratching out a couple of limits after a long day. In that situation I am eager to get back to crack the code. But not after lack of sleep, getting hurt, breaking a rod, repeatedly loosing gear to a snag, and watching someone catch one during my misfortune.
The only thing left was loosing, locking, breaking, or sinking a key. Oh, and falling into a very cold river!
I have definitely had better days at work.......LOL!
I look at it as this is a hobby im not forced to do it. and normally get enjoyment out of it ( no wife nagging, Peace and quite) the only time to get mad is when people are doing something to me
spoonman wrote:I had a day like this last summer, played hookie from work to try out my newly aquired drift boat. Got to the launch at high bridge and realized I forgot all my tackle back in Monroe. So back to the house I go and finally get in to the water. Now this was my first trip down thus stretch and I made it through the first little rapid just fine "thus isn't so bad" I thought to my self. But then, around the next corner is a decent drop with no way around, left or right? Left or right? I'm asking my buddy left left he says but alas, too late. I bang off a big rock and get pinned sideways in the middle of the river. After we got off the rock I check out my boat and I got nice new dent in the chine for my trouble. Oh well that's boating right? Well apparently in all the commotion my jig must have came unbuttoned off of my float rod. Now this wasn't just any rod, it was my quitting smoking present to my self, an 11 foot lamiglass with a shimano citica reel. By far the nicest setup I have ever owned. So I got a jig dangling off the back of the boat bonndogging style. We get to the next rapid and I hear this strange sound and look back.... The rod is gone! Sucked right out the back of the boat snagged up in some fast water completely submerged. We put on some treble hooks and big lead and tried to snag it for about two hours, no luck. Well the fish gods will surely reward me for my sacrifice right?..........right? Nope, not a bite all day. That is my worst day fishing. But the next weekend i floated sultan to Ben Howard and took out my rage on some chinook, it was sweet.
you win! i would have tied a rope to me and jumped in the water to get it!