hoghuntr
03-14-2010, 11:11 PM
My buddy and I both took personal days off work Friday to avoid the weekend crowd of which we are usually a part of. We ran toward the vicinity of the West Dam, just inside, where the quarry wall starts. We picked up a couple quick fish and then it slowed, so we pulled up and headed for the corner of the West Dam, where the little rock and the big rock meet on the face (SW corner). I shut the big motor off a good distance away for the stealth approach and coasted in. I lower the trolling motor while we are still coasting holding my spinning rod armed with a Green Pumpkin Senko eagerly waiting to make the long cast. At this point tragedy struck, or should I say the painful and costly comedy of errors started.
You see, as I was coasting, (stealthy I might add) in anticipation of making that long cast, I conveniently forgot to flip my bail. When I reared back and casted my sweet little Loomis with all my might, it slipped right out of my hands and in to the drink. Being the athletic soul that I though I was, I immediately reached in to save my precious little Quantum, Loomis combo that has been so good to me. I was within an inch of saving it as it sank ever so slowly out of reach. A little farther and oh no, I am falling into the Lake. Of course as I am falling, I try to save myself by leg hooking the side of the boat. In the process, I proceed to kick out 3 more rods with me. My buddy races up to the front of the boat (I can’t repeat exactly what he was saying) but he was yelling and laughing, dude what in the f… are you doing. His quick thinking saved two of my rods, but the third was eager to join his Loomis buddy that was already halfway to the DVL graveyard. So there I am, holding on for dear life, begging my buddy to give me a hand. At that point it dawns on me to tell him to turn the trolling motor off, as I see visions of him reaching over and hitting the foot control and cutting me up for a chum line. He pulls me in and there I am, wet and very disappointed. I proceed to keep fishing, in shock I think, and actually hook up on my first cast. After 30 minutes or so it starts to get a little cold so I talk my buddy into giving me his sweat pants ( he had shorts under them) and I fish the rest of the day with no shoes and a pair of oversize sweat pants. To top off the day, as I was waiting for my buddy to back the trailer down to load the boat, I was stepping from the back of the boat to the front to put my rods away, (the ones that decided to stay on board). I caught my little toe on a corner and you can see the result in the attached picture. The result for the day:
20 fish between the two of us, lost Quantum/Loomis spinning outfit, lost Quantum/ Crucial spinning outfit, broken toe and a lifetime of laughs around the campfire.
Tight lines.
You see, as I was coasting, (stealthy I might add) in anticipation of making that long cast, I conveniently forgot to flip my bail. When I reared back and casted my sweet little Loomis with all my might, it slipped right out of my hands and in to the drink. Being the athletic soul that I though I was, I immediately reached in to save my precious little Quantum, Loomis combo that has been so good to me. I was within an inch of saving it as it sank ever so slowly out of reach. A little farther and oh no, I am falling into the Lake. Of course as I am falling, I try to save myself by leg hooking the side of the boat. In the process, I proceed to kick out 3 more rods with me. My buddy races up to the front of the boat (I can’t repeat exactly what he was saying) but he was yelling and laughing, dude what in the f… are you doing. His quick thinking saved two of my rods, but the third was eager to join his Loomis buddy that was already halfway to the DVL graveyard. So there I am, holding on for dear life, begging my buddy to give me a hand. At that point it dawns on me to tell him to turn the trolling motor off, as I see visions of him reaching over and hitting the foot control and cutting me up for a chum line. He pulls me in and there I am, wet and very disappointed. I proceed to keep fishing, in shock I think, and actually hook up on my first cast. After 30 minutes or so it starts to get a little cold so I talk my buddy into giving me his sweat pants ( he had shorts under them) and I fish the rest of the day with no shoes and a pair of oversize sweat pants. To top off the day, as I was waiting for my buddy to back the trailer down to load the boat, I was stepping from the back of the boat to the front to put my rods away, (the ones that decided to stay on board). I caught my little toe on a corner and you can see the result in the attached picture. The result for the day:
20 fish between the two of us, lost Quantum/Loomis spinning outfit, lost Quantum/ Crucial spinning outfit, broken toe and a lifetime of laughs around the campfire.
Tight lines.