Tagging on to yours .
Well well well so that's how ONE side of the story is written.
Here's another side of the story.
G-Mart and I would of paid Thousands of $$$$$$ to go fish and hunt with one of the so called famous BAKO guides. But we had a Coupon, so we got the trip for only .99 cents, with the one and only Mike (Rugburn) Luna.
Now we all know how infamous the Cutbait aka Rugburn is at killing stripers on any water that has em. And once we got to water he proved it right away. No embellishment at all about it only taking 3 seconds to catch his first fish. The crazy thing was he whispered in its ear. Mike doesn't know this but I recorded the entire conversation he had. Went something like this, " ok JB (jailbird) that was good. Just like we planned, but these guys are gonna get suspicious if I catch your buddies to quickly" Then he kissed the fish and tossed it back in the water.
Anyway Mike might of giving us some baits that he sat on in his truck. We caught fish but not quite like he did. We fished every hot spot on the Duct. Picking em off by the 2s and 3s at each stop.
Then the bite slowed down once the sun was high. That's when we decided to go look for some place to target shoot and sight in the Tack Driver 17 HMR.
In no time I was showing Mike how its done. Taking the 17 to record breaking accuracy. Yeah lets put some empty 12 gauge shells on the brush limps and see who does the best. Its so much fun taking a good clean shot and watching a shell go flying away from 250+ yards.
The pig miss was intentional of course. I didn't want some stinking pig all up in my Jeep. Besides the place already stank. I asked Mike, "What's that smell around here?" Of course he says, "what smell !"
Soon the Sun was baking us and off we went to have Lunch. NICE Place!!!!!! The gurrrrls were really friendly. Afterwards we split up. George and I were gonna just hang out by the pool and watch the whimmen swimming, but BaKO world is not quite Vegas if you know what I mean. So we drove up to Button Willow Raceway. Hopefully George can add a photo of the Race winning Trophy girl. We had a blast watching sportscars for a couple hours while we waited for the sun to drop down and catch the Sunday afternoon bite.
On Monday morning we told Mike we didn't go back out and fish. We didn't have the heart to tell him we caught the fish he was talking to and fed it to a hungry coyote.
So the opening day of Dove season rolls around on Monday. George and I are whacking the birds out of the sky. I look over and see that Mike was having trouble. We offered to give him some lessons. George was a natural with the shotgun. Me not really so much. And to tell you the truth Mikes kid is better than he is.
All kidding aside, Would I pick a 3 day trip to go fishing and hunting in the middle of no where again? You bet! Mike we had a blast. And if you can ever ween yourself off the Coors lite and come out to the coast, well guide you on some of the best tasting wine and food anywhere, not to mention I have a Halibut I talk to now and then.
WWO
You really believe I missed? Mikey Mikey Mikey. I didn't want to stand out in the hot sun watching Cutbait gut a stinking hog. When its cooler out the story will change.