Down the highway, hang a left on Ione Rd, and then a left on the road to the lake. About 50 yards in, there were two trucks parked, well you know the way they park when chatting and taking up all the road. I slowly pulled up behind the one in my lane and it drove off toward the lake. Cool, no complaints there. I followed the truck up the winding road on the front of the dam and you can't go more than 5 or 10 miles per hour because of the lousy pavement, but keeping a car length or so between us.
At the top of the dam, the truck suddenly hooked left and blocked the road. A young girl (maybe mid 20's) got out and walked toward my truck. I thought maybe she had a fishing question about the lake or something. I rolled down the window and when she walked up to the truck, she asked if I lived near here? I said I didn't live near here, but in the area. Then she just yelled at me "Stop tailgating me". I said "excuse me." "Stop tailgating me" she yelled again and turned to go back to her truck. I was flabbergasted. I didn't know what to think since I'd been a good car length behind her and we were only going 5 or 10 miles per hour, I had no idea where that came from.
But, being fast on my feet and quick with a response, I stuck my head out the window and called "Maybe you should get the hell out of the way". A favorite phrase of mine from Quigley Down Under. I mentioned it to Laurie when I got inside to check in and she just shook her head. Was this something that had occurred before and it was just my day in the barrel?
Any way I drove over to the point where I usually fish and with the water still really low. I slowly made my way down to a spot where I could safely fish from and put out one rod with Power Bait and tried Kastmasters and Rapala's on my little Okuma. After casting my little heart out and getting nothing, I finally settled for two rods with rainbow Power Bait, one to the left and the other to the right out about 20 feet from shore.
After a couple of hours of sitting, drinking coffee and eating cinnamon swirl coffee cake (from Starbucks) I finally got one bite.
|Lake Amador Cutbow|
I don't suspect I'll be out again before Christmas so I wanted to wish everyone Merry Christmas and I hope Santa brings you all the goodies you have on your wish list.
Maybe I'll give the North Shore of Camanche a try next week. I'll let you know.
I don't think I've ever been reprimanded for tailgating while fishing....I think the big question here is was she a looker? I'd put up with a lot more lip if she was... :):)ReplyDelete
Merry Christmas to you too my friend! Can't wait to see some reports after the New Year.
A looker, frankly I was too stunned to remember.Delete
Nice cutbow! sorry to hear about the rude girl. Can't stand it when people act that way! Merry Christmas and happy new year to you and your family, mark!ReplyDelete
A hell of a way to start your day. Some people.ReplyDelete
Merry Christmas Mark.
Nice looking trout, a good way to end the year right before Christmas. Do ever eat any of the trout you land? thnks for sharing
We rarely eat any of the fish I catch. Most go to Bob (I plow for fish) because he and his wife eat a lot.Delete
I would have told the young lady she looked just like my sister I lost in the 911 attack and just wanted to get a better look, because she looks just like her. Now that would have messed with her head.ReplyDelete
Ha! I would have said fill her up and wash the windows please. That would have probably shut her up. Have a Merry Christmas, yada, yada yada.ReplyDelete
Hi Mark....she probably is a follower of your blog, read your book and wanted an autogragh but chickened out. Her actions were her only way to overcome her embarrassment of freezing in front of a celebrity..........ReplyDelete
No doubt, Ed.Delete
Very smooth, but I think you came out better with the trout.ReplyDelete