Sorry, no crash pictures. No mauled Shoreman. No blood and gore. I used my exceptional driving skills to get back in the lane. A mere mortal would have lost it. It's a good thing you know I'm basically full of shit most of the time. It was a little slip, nothing else.
I got to Lake Camanche and drove out to the far end of the Day Use Area. I set up two rods and parked for an hour. Even though I fish this spot on a regular basis, I've been doing better at a couple others. So after the hour was up and no hits what so ever, I packed up and moved to where I fished last Friday.
Hey, I got two good sized ones there, maybe it would be good today.
That was what this post was going to be right up till Noon. I had thrown in the towel and was just about ready to head home. As a last ditch effort, I put the pink Kastmaster on my little Okuma (this was the third time today) and was going to give it one last try.
I looked right, I looked straight ahead, and I looked left. My inclination was to throw left, so I threw right. Confused yet?
Actually it was more right of center or just to the right of the buoy. The lure barely (and I mean BARELY) hit the water and the fish was on. Must have been sitting there just waiting for me to put that lure out there.
|Estimated at just under 2 lbs.|
After that, NADA..........
That's OK, I'll take one of those any day.