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Picou
Crappie
Username: Picou

Post Number: 443
Registered: 8-2004


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Posted on Wednesday, December 1, 2004 - 11:15 am:   Edit Post Delete Post Print Post

Not sure if any of you have seen this before, but I still chuckle every time I read it...


A Quiet Night

It is a very hot, very humid night. It is also about as dark as the inside of a house cat. I hear my partner's spinner bait whir through the black air and rattle and spang as it hits a tree somewhere up on the bank. We don't say anything.

I continue trying to get the six-pound mono through the eye of the jig. It is not easy. I have been trying for ten minutes. I pause to spit the mosquito out of my mouth and wave the gnat away from my eyes. Once again, I drop the loose end of the line. I try to find it with the small flashlight I am holding in my mouth so as to have both hands free. A gnat flies up my nose and I sneeze involuntarily. The flashlight makes a soft plop as it hits the water. As I grab for it, I stick the hook of the jig in my left arm. We don't say anything.

I sigh and stand to get another light. In the process I forget I have the rod laying across my lap. It makes a gentle swish as it slides beneath the black water. As I grab for it, I kick the black light loose from the suction cups. It glows briefly as it sinks from sight. We don't say anything.

My partner gives one last frustrated jerk at his hung spinner bait. I hear it coming but am late in ducking. It hits me in the right side with a gentle whop! "Wow!" said my partner, "Did you see how close that came to hitting me?" I get the hook out of my shirt.

As I turn to get another rod from the locker, I knock over my can of Coke. I grab for it and close my hand around a Zara Spook. Three hooks get me pretty good. The biggest problem is one is in my knee and two in my hand. I don't say anything. My partner is trying to get all the loose line reeled in and find his spinner bait.

I finally get free and have another rod ready to rig. My partner leans back to sidearm one towards the invisible bank. He forgets he is sitting sideways in the chair. He doesn't quite fall out but his rod does. He makes a soft mewing sound. I learned later his spinner bait was hooked on another spare rod and they both made swishing sounds as they sank. We don't say anything.

I reach for a fresh dip of snuff and get the snuff can with the worms in it. I make some disgusting sounds but other than that it is quiet. Finally, my eyes quit watering and I am able to breathe again. We don't say anything.

My partner gets up to get me a fresh cold drink. He steps on two custom rods. Neither are his but only one breaks. We don't say anything.

I am finally fishing. I cast short so as not to hang on the bank. I hear the jig splash in the water. I am intent. I reel slowly concentrating on the gentle tap. At once it comes hard. I set the hook. I realize the tap was just the jig hitting the tip guide of the rod. I don't say anything. A bat whizzes by my partner's head. He screams but other than that, it is a very quiet night.

I look at my watch. I am slightly surprised to see I haven't lost it. It is 10:30 p.m. We have been fishing for almost thirty minutes. I hear another soft plop and don't ask. "Do thermos bottles float?" queries my partner. "They might," I say, "shine your light and see." I hear the light when it bounces off the side of the boat. "You about ready to go?" I ask.

"Yep." says my partner. I turn on the running lights and crank the motor. As I ease it in gear, I find we are in eighteen inches of water. We can make the dock on half a prop. We don't say anything. We love night fishing.

Thank you Lord for my family and the waters I get to fish
Barnaclebill
Bluegill
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Post Number: 195
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Posted on Friday, December 3, 2004 - 7:59 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post Print Post

hehehehe, sounds like a routine night to me !!
Born to fish-Forced to work

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