Oh man, this was a funny trip. I pulled up to the lake and saw a huge fish in the hands of some gray ol' timer. He had a big ol' grin and his armed seemed to be aching. I jumped out of my car in excitement, I don't even think I turned it off. I talked to the guy and he said he got'em on shrimp. Well I had no shrimp, but I have been really lucky using tube baits on these trout. All of a sudden some guy to the right of us began cussing and screaming and throwing twigs and kicking the dirt. The old guy and I just stared at him in disbelief. Wow he must'a just lost a big one, that was a mutual thought. So we continued to talk and fish, then the cussing and screaming started all over again. We then began to scan his gear as he flung his pole to the ground and curse some more. What was he using to be getting such bites to make him so angry. I mean we figured the guy must be getting monster hits and missing monster fish to be that upset. So we started to watch the guy out of the corner
of our eye and decided that if he got another instigating bite, we would have to scoot in closer, because I knew I wouldn't miss. So we watched him re-rig and then saw him began to walk to the water. Whip, his feet shot up in the air and he landed on his back with a splat in the thick mud. He jumped up and started cussin and screaming just as he had the times before. "That's it, I ain't walking down there anymore!" he said, "How can you $*@+! fish in this kinda mud!" The old guy and I just about lost our lunch laughing. The guy just glared at us, but we couldn't hold it back. All this time he was just falling in the mud. Anyway, my tubes worked and I caught and released about 25 trout, barbless of course. But that guy just sat in his lawn chair and didn't move, or catch a single fish. Fishing is to relax the soul, not to stain with soil. Ha. Good luck.

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