04-14-2003, 03:27 PM
About 6 years ago during that red-hot white bass feeding frenzy that went on for about a week. You caught a white bass on every cast. There were so many people in the same area on the Provo River, the east side of the center street bridge. I had to find a place for me to safely fish. I went out on a dead tree's limb that hung about 15 feet out over the river. I was having a blast catching white bass by the hundreds. There was a point in time when I caught a certain mean whitey that refused to give up, even out of the water, I was juggling my rod, on the tree, while I struggled to pull my silver PM spinner out of its mouth when its sharp dorsal fin arched up and cut the palm of my hand thus a open wound and bleeding, I was shocked to see that happen, as it is, I dropped the rod into the water along with that bass. !@#$%! That was a old rod from my boy scout days a telescopic daiwai rod with daiwai reel that I had won for selling certain number of Scout-0-Rama tickets.
So you know, I'm a surfer who grew up in cold waters of California. This was in May, and I had no idea how cold the water is. I dove into the water, and sheeeeeeeeeesssh that water is fricking colder than Santa's front porch! I was spooked to see all that tree roots sticking out scaring the bejeepers out of me, I had to head up. I did not realize that portion of the river was that deep. I dove in at least 12 feet, and couldn't feel the bottom, and the currents was rather frightening with the roots snagging at me. I had to call it quits. It was a lot scarier than surfing a ten foot west sunset peaks in Hawaii! Oh well... that rod/reel wasn't worth it. As far as I know it's still there.[cool]
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So you know, I'm a surfer who grew up in cold waters of California. This was in May, and I had no idea how cold the water is. I dove into the water, and sheeeeeeeeeesssh that water is fricking colder than Santa's front porch! I was spooked to see all that tree roots sticking out scaring the bejeepers out of me, I had to head up. I did not realize that portion of the river was that deep. I dove in at least 12 feet, and couldn't feel the bottom, and the currents was rather frightening with the roots snagging at me. I had to call it quits. It was a lot scarier than surfing a ten foot west sunset peaks in Hawaii! Oh well... that rod/reel wasn't worth it. As far as I know it's still there.[cool]
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