12-11-2002, 05:18 AM
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[cool] After my last fish trip to SARL(stands for "Sorry @$$ River Lakes") I was more than ready to actually catch fish. For once, I was 15 minutes early--not too many people ahead of me in line. I drove over to the famous "West Shore" where the fishing is usually pretty good.
For the first two hours--not even a bite! Of course, the group next to me--a boisterous cluster of construction workers playing hooky--were catching fish like crazy! Really serious fishermen, right? Not! Most of them were so drunk they could barely cast straight! Meanwhile, I'm sitting there drinking coffee, trying hard to wake up and catch some fish.
I used every color of Powerbait, Crave and Zekes--nothing. I tried all my fish scents--Pro Cure, Berkeley, Siberian, etc. Like the guys next to me, I was using a 2 lb. test leader, small sliding sinker, and casting out about fifty feet. In fact, I was having so much fun I nodded off sitting on my car seat while watching rod tips and bobber set-ups that never moved.
When I awoke, I noticed my bobber on my nightcrawler rod was next to the pole. But nothing was moving! I thought maybe one of the "kegger dudes" next to me had snagged my line. As I started to reel up the slack, I got bit by what seemed like a runaway Volkswagen! My drag was screaming as line raced out. Then the fish jumped--it was a veritable toad--huge! After a few worrisome minutes, I finally netted a beautiful rainbow.
It weighed out at 8.3 on my portable scale! The guys next to me started whooping like Banshees! "Totally awesome!" they yelled. And yes, it was. By now, I was fully awake. And forget the dough bait--I put nightcrawlers on both my poles. Well, it started to get slow again, so I dragged out my lunch--some fried chicken and potato salad--and waited for another bite. Well, after eating,
I got sleepy again. When I woke up--well, you guessed it--the bobber was against the pole and another nice rainbow was pulling drag. This one wasn't as big--"only" 5.7 on my scale.
Well, I decided to stay awake this time, but it got slow again. I looked at my watch--almost 2PM. Just about time to go if I was to beat the rush-hour freeway traffic. So I broke down one my rods, put most of the gear away in the car, leaving one pole still left in the holder.
Thinking of the long drive, I decided to make one last visit to the portable john. After taking care of business, I opened the door as one of the fishermen next to me starting yelling: "Hey, you're getting bit!" And yes I was! Before I could even grab the rod from the holder, another goliath rainbow was doing his best jumping marlin imitation. In fact, before the fight was over, he had jumped three times! Somehow he didn't spit the hook, and I finally put the net under him.
More whooping and hollering from the beer boys next to me--and with good reason! 6.0 exactly on the portable scale!
When I finally got home, I walked in the door and my wife asked me: "How did you do?" I pretended to look all and depressed. "Not too well," I said, "I only caught three." Then I picked up my fish bag and dumped them in the sink.
You should have seen my wife's eyes--they were as big as saucers! After we had a nice fresh rainbow trout dinner, my wife turned to me and said: "I don't think you should go to Santa Ana River Lakes anymore." Well, sometimes I disagree with her, but this time she was right on the money!
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[#ff0000][#ff0000]This Weeks Winners wins[/#ff0000] [#000000]"[/#000000][url "http://www.fishingcomics.com/"][#0000ff]The Complete Fishing Comic and Joke Book[/#0000ff][/url][#000000]”[/#000000]
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[cool] After my last fish trip to SARL(stands for "Sorry @$$ River Lakes") I was more than ready to actually catch fish. For once, I was 15 minutes early--not too many people ahead of me in line. I drove over to the famous "West Shore" where the fishing is usually pretty good.
For the first two hours--not even a bite! Of course, the group next to me--a boisterous cluster of construction workers playing hooky--were catching fish like crazy! Really serious fishermen, right? Not! Most of them were so drunk they could barely cast straight! Meanwhile, I'm sitting there drinking coffee, trying hard to wake up and catch some fish.
I used every color of Powerbait, Crave and Zekes--nothing. I tried all my fish scents--Pro Cure, Berkeley, Siberian, etc. Like the guys next to me, I was using a 2 lb. test leader, small sliding sinker, and casting out about fifty feet. In fact, I was having so much fun I nodded off sitting on my car seat while watching rod tips and bobber set-ups that never moved.
When I awoke, I noticed my bobber on my nightcrawler rod was next to the pole. But nothing was moving! I thought maybe one of the "kegger dudes" next to me had snagged my line. As I started to reel up the slack, I got bit by what seemed like a runaway Volkswagen! My drag was screaming as line raced out. Then the fish jumped--it was a veritable toad--huge! After a few worrisome minutes, I finally netted a beautiful rainbow.
It weighed out at 8.3 on my portable scale! The guys next to me started whooping like Banshees! "Totally awesome!" they yelled. And yes, it was. By now, I was fully awake. And forget the dough bait--I put nightcrawlers on both my poles. Well, it started to get slow again, so I dragged out my lunch--some fried chicken and potato salad--and waited for another bite. Well, after eating,
I got sleepy again. When I woke up--well, you guessed it--the bobber was against the pole and another nice rainbow was pulling drag. This one wasn't as big--"only" 5.7 on my scale.
Well, I decided to stay awake this time, but it got slow again. I looked at my watch--almost 2PM. Just about time to go if I was to beat the rush-hour freeway traffic. So I broke down one my rods, put most of the gear away in the car, leaving one pole still left in the holder.
Thinking of the long drive, I decided to make one last visit to the portable john. After taking care of business, I opened the door as one of the fishermen next to me starting yelling: "Hey, you're getting bit!" And yes I was! Before I could even grab the rod from the holder, another goliath rainbow was doing his best jumping marlin imitation. In fact, before the fight was over, he had jumped three times! Somehow he didn't spit the hook, and I finally put the net under him.
More whooping and hollering from the beer boys next to me--and with good reason! 6.0 exactly on the portable scale!
When I finally got home, I walked in the door and my wife asked me: "How did you do?" I pretended to look all and depressed. "Not too well," I said, "I only caught three." Then I picked up my fish bag and dumped them in the sink.
You should have seen my wife's eyes--they were as big as saucers! After we had a nice fresh rainbow trout dinner, my wife turned to me and said: "I don't think you should go to Santa Ana River Lakes anymore." Well, sometimes I disagree with her, but this time she was right on the money!
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