Definitely marsh witches casting their spells. One spot, two spots, three spots, by the time I was on my fourth spot, I made the command decision to switch to my always-reliable, fun to fish spinnerbait. I cast to drains. I cast against flooded grass. I cast overhand and underhand and side-armed. My mind began to drift. Will Rick perry run for president again in 2020? Will his daughter, Katy perry ever respond to my invitations to take her fishing? What would she wear? What would I wear? Does she eat mosquitoes?
*WHAM*
This ridiculously over-zealous trout attacked right at the shoreline.
Seriously?
At least it was a fish. I kept with the spinnerbait, chucking and reeling and thinking more profound thoughts. Thoughts so deep and important and astonishing, that I don't dare share them with you, TKF, lest you go mad! Where was I? Katy perry...no...spinnerbait! Yes. Ok. I went back to spot 2 and lo and behold! A good sized redfish inhaled it as soon as it hit the water. Caught off guard, I didn't set the hook well enough and when I finally got him yak-side, he simply opened his mouth and swam away. Curses!!! Again and again I cast the spinnerbait, switching to a plastic on jghead and even...yes...a popping cork and synthetic shrimp. But no more fish came to visit. I decided to head home and do some cleaning of my garage, which presently looks like the warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark. If I dig enough, I'll probably find the damned ark and it won't be lost anymore. But my face will probably melt. So that's my less than spectacular report. Already, my fevered brain is making plans for the next trip. I'll find my redfish friends and try to get some better photos for you TKF.
NOW, onto my new cooler review.
Price: $0.00...it was a freebee at a liquor store in Calgary
Capacity: 24 cans...or enough water to keep my from dying in a day
Verdict: worked fine
Peace be wichew.
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