First a little backstory. I am not a "Bass Fisherman". I've caught a lot of bass , but not for the past 10 years or so. I'm more of an opportunist , so I was happy to tag along with Jody. He has a bass boat. Two things about that are important. One: bass boats are like rockets on the water , much faster than my little fish and ski that I use for Striper fishing. Two: bass boats don't have much of a windshield , unlike my little fish and ski , which by comparison has acres of wind shielding glass. Oh yeah , did I mention that it was cold that morning and all I had with me was a hat?
As Jody's boat planed out and we headed down the lake at an increasingly alarming speed , I soon realized why he looked so smug when he put on a ski mask and three thick wool toboggans with battery powered electric heaters. About a minute into the ride my eyelids started to flap in the wind and tears streamed out of my eyes , only to freeze and pelt my equally flapping ears with newly formed ice. My hat was clutched desperately in my hand as I tried to crouch behind a 2 inch windshield in a failed attempt to stay warm.
At this point , the trolling motor on the front of the boat began to make a contrail in the chill morning air as we tore across the water and approached the speed of sound. Little pieces of ice began to pelt my recently trimmed dome , feeling like a thousand needles buried in my scalp. As my core temperature approached absolute zero , my skin began to turn blue and my ears popped - not from any change in elevation , but because we had broken the sound barrier. A poor little duck got sucked into our turbulence and I can only imagine the results were similar to what happens when one of his feathered cousins meets an untimely end in a jet engine.
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Are you a Cenobite? No , I've just been bass fishing. Why do you ask? |
We started working around a few docks with lures and it wasn't long before I fell for the diabolical madman's trap. I had managed to snag a 15 cent crappie jig on a rather shoddy looking dock and was getting ready to break it off when the criminal mastermind chimed in with " Here , just step off and get it. I need to re rig and then I'll come back and get you."
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When Jody returned with the boat to pick me up , I swear I heard him mutter " Curse you Something's Fishy , you won't spoil my plans next time." , but I can't be sure....
All kidding aside , it was a great day on the water with an excellent fisherman. It's always a ton of fun to hang out with Jody and talk fishing. Very few of my regular fishing partners are as knowledgeable as Jody and it's a refreshing change of pace.
I highly recommend you check out Jody's blog HERE for all the latest news and info from the bass fishing world.
Have a great weekend!
After a journey like that one time my smart-ass like remark was "you know, we could have caught a lot of fish if we had fished up to this spot."
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Thanks for the chuckle, I needed that.
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