linehand
Well-known member
Thursday night was the worst fishing of the year. Myself and another tin boater to remain nameless were fishing a local bass tournament. Nasty weather..thunder storms and wind enough to make the old sphincter clinch. It should have been called.
Anyway we were working the boat docks and pontoons around the shoreline and after I broke off the third plastic I was down to one pole with my favorite set up for docks. Skip, skip, wave, lawnchair. I'm going in! so I troll up to the dock and jiggle reach jiggle lean jiggle splash. I was like Jesus walking on water getting back in the boat. Whew nobody saw that not even my partner. So I'm too embarrassed to show up all wet. I've got rain gear so I look like the guy from Gordons fish sticks, better than looking wet. So after a dozen or so of 13 to 13.5 inch bass and NO keepers we decide to just head in 15 min early to beat the boat ramp rush. I know...but the weather was really bad. pouring and lightning too close for comfort.
So I ease up to the dock at the ramp to drop my partner.....man, start to drift away before he gets a foot on the dock. I yell no no as he leans for the upright...still drifting away. Splash. I couldn't help from busting up laughing as he wades to the shore.
Two wet guys and no fish...It was then Miller Time.
Anyway we were working the boat docks and pontoons around the shoreline and after I broke off the third plastic I was down to one pole with my favorite set up for docks. Skip, skip, wave, lawnchair. I'm going in! so I troll up to the dock and jiggle reach jiggle lean jiggle splash. I was like Jesus walking on water getting back in the boat. Whew nobody saw that not even my partner. So I'm too embarrassed to show up all wet. I've got rain gear so I look like the guy from Gordons fish sticks, better than looking wet. So after a dozen or so of 13 to 13.5 inch bass and NO keepers we decide to just head in 15 min early to beat the boat ramp rush. I know...but the weather was really bad. pouring and lightning too close for comfort.
So I ease up to the dock at the ramp to drop my partner.....man, start to drift away before he gets a foot on the dock. I yell no no as he leans for the upright...still drifting away. Splash. I couldn't help from busting up laughing as he wades to the shore.
Two wet guys and no fish...It was then Miller Time.