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It started out inauspiciously enough.
We arrived around 1:30 pm and promptly headed out to Thompson's to try to use up our minnows from last week. I am sorry to report we are returning home with the same number of minnows, though there are two that require some reconstructive cosmetic surgery.
Trolling for an hour in front of the cee-ment plant gave us some free hands to pour our coffee and eat dinner. Fortunately we weren't interrupted by the nuisance of having to catch fish.
Sheesh.
Voice of Louis [not "Louie"] Armstrong:
"Oh the cee-ment's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mackie's back in town..."
An hour after dark we had caught merely one.
Typical. So far this year, "one" has been my favourite number. This can be a good thing, but this can be a bad thing, too. It all depends on whether you are hoping to "do well" or merely "not get skunked."
And then at 7 pm or therabouts [translated to Merrican - "thereaboots"] we started nailing fish.
Er, at least one of us started nailing fish.
Despite trolling identical lures with similar GL3 rods from the same boat, one person went five for seven with the other person purporting to be getting "no hits".
Fishing rods were switched, and the non-producing rod immediately produced its first fish. Six for eight to, uh, well, you know...... It really is true - some fishermen are more bitchin' than others.
At any rate, miracle of miracles, the other person - now holding the Secret Weapon - suddenly started feeling hits, and went one for three.
Our total count ended up being eight for twelve. [Yes, there was another unanswered fish]
Now, if you have read my posts from previous years, you can probably guess what the difference was between the two rods. Let us simply say that the Better Way would be for Mr. One-For-Three to go out and purchase a spool of said difference.
He'd better, because he ain't using my rod again!
[Or at least, he has two weeks to give it back, since I am going caving to Kentucky and thence down south]
There is therefore an empty seat or two in our boat, which is actually rather nice, and not like the car-topper we fished out of for so many years. I'm sure my dad would be delighted to hook up with someone from the website to get out for a few nights over the next two weeks.
Since my dad has never bothered to learn how to use this thing, you might want to phone him instead - he lives in Ancaster near Hamilton. 905-304-0194
[HINT] - you might want to ask him what the "difference" was.....
Cheers,
Pete
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Self-unemployed and available for fishin' mid-week most days.
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