Ed Wahl
02-21-2010, 09:52 PM
So I'm sittin there this morning reading the paper and wondering if I should go fishing or get my grass mowed.
I thought to myself, Scott mentioned Mather was due for a plant of rubber trout, I could do that instead.
I called Scott, at first he sounded annoyed, but them said he just launched the tube on Cameron Park Pond.
While we talked he grunted and said something like "holy sh--, fish on.
You guys can guess what I ended up doing, and it had nothing to do with grass, well, er, lawn.
So here's my report.
At the parking lot it was eerily like a trip I was on a few weeks ago. I got rigged up and went to get my fly box and found out I'd left it on the table at home.#-o
Laugh it up Robin. Go ahead.
I almost left then but I had a clouser on my deep rod and found a weird looking bugger hanging in the carpet of my camper shell for the other. And since I'd just arrived and had a "buddy" out there already I figured I'd just bum a few flies. Again. :-\"
Upon launching I noticed that the weeds sure seemed thick for February. It seemed I had to kick out about a third of the way to the bouy to clear them.
Once out there I saw Scott with a bent rod, always a good sign.
So I bummed a few buggers of Scott and went to work.
And work.
And work some more.
Not so much as a tap.
Meanwhile, Scott's still not having any problems catching fish. And pretty nice ones at that.
I hate that guy.
So after a few hours, when I couldn't stop shivering and I had no feeling left in my fingertips, we decided to call it a day.
After comparing notes in the parking lot, I'm fairly certain that I was just fishing way too deep. I was on the bottom and I believe Scott's fly was just over the top of the deeper growing weeds.
And knowing Scott for a couple of years now I realize he's got a nack for catching bass.
In all honesty, I can still say I'd rather be doing that than mowing the lawn.
Ed
I thought to myself, Scott mentioned Mather was due for a plant of rubber trout, I could do that instead.
I called Scott, at first he sounded annoyed, but them said he just launched the tube on Cameron Park Pond.
While we talked he grunted and said something like "holy sh--, fish on.
You guys can guess what I ended up doing, and it had nothing to do with grass, well, er, lawn.
So here's my report.
At the parking lot it was eerily like a trip I was on a few weeks ago. I got rigged up and went to get my fly box and found out I'd left it on the table at home.#-o
Laugh it up Robin. Go ahead.
I almost left then but I had a clouser on my deep rod and found a weird looking bugger hanging in the carpet of my camper shell for the other. And since I'd just arrived and had a "buddy" out there already I figured I'd just bum a few flies. Again. :-\"
Upon launching I noticed that the weeds sure seemed thick for February. It seemed I had to kick out about a third of the way to the bouy to clear them.
Once out there I saw Scott with a bent rod, always a good sign.
So I bummed a few buggers of Scott and went to work.
And work.
And work some more.
Not so much as a tap.
Meanwhile, Scott's still not having any problems catching fish. And pretty nice ones at that.
I hate that guy.
So after a few hours, when I couldn't stop shivering and I had no feeling left in my fingertips, we decided to call it a day.
After comparing notes in the parking lot, I'm fairly certain that I was just fishing way too deep. I was on the bottom and I believe Scott's fly was just over the top of the deeper growing weeds.
And knowing Scott for a couple of years now I realize he's got a nack for catching bass.
In all honesty, I can still say I'd rather be doing that than mowing the lawn.
Ed