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Jul. 17th, 2000 02:59 amI was an hour and a half late for work...I fell asleep on the couch watching the X-Files.
Jul. 17th, 2000
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Jul. 17th, 2000 06:21 amI spent the entire weekend at the cabin fishing, relaxing, and hanging out with my dad...I needed the serenity. We kept really busy baiting and checking our trotlines and bank poles, but we only caught five fish over a two day span. One of the five catfish was especially nice weighing about eighteen pounds, but the rest were respectable weighing around ten pounds each. It was fulfilling just piloting the boat down the river...I did most of the driving and let dad run the lines most of the time, but we'd switch off to mix it up a little.
We ran out of bait Saturday morning, so we decided to go seining for minnows and crawdads. We got halfway to the damn pond when dad realized that he forgot to put the damn seine in the truck...doh! Neither of us wanted to mess with seining anyhow...it is a pain in the ass. Instead, we handlined at a gravel pit for a few hours for bluegill minnows. Using tiny hooks and nightcrawlers, we nailed one after another. My dad and I were like two little kids, fishing for the minnows you can see at the waters edge. We called it quits after we had one turtle and thirty bluegill minnows.
My brother came down on Saturday afternoon and we took the boat downstream to handline. I pull up next to a log where the fish finder showed several monster fish, and my brother tied on. His knot sucked...we slipped off. I started the motor back up, and the pull cord wouldn't retract back into the motor. A damn spring broke. Luckily it started on that first pull or we would have sat there wondering how the hell we would make it a mile back upstream with only one small paddle. We took the 9.9 hp motor off and picked up the 25 horse at my dad's house. Though it is faster it quickly consumes gas...he should have the smaller motor fixed by next weekend.
Me to dad: How deep do you think this gravel pit is?
My dad: Deeper than a By-God.
There it is...Deeper than a By-God...when you thought you'd heard everything....
We ran out of bait Saturday morning, so we decided to go seining for minnows and crawdads. We got halfway to the damn pond when dad realized that he forgot to put the damn seine in the truck...doh! Neither of us wanted to mess with seining anyhow...it is a pain in the ass. Instead, we handlined at a gravel pit for a few hours for bluegill minnows. Using tiny hooks and nightcrawlers, we nailed one after another. My dad and I were like two little kids, fishing for the minnows you can see at the waters edge. We called it quits after we had one turtle and thirty bluegill minnows.
My brother came down on Saturday afternoon and we took the boat downstream to handline. I pull up next to a log where the fish finder showed several monster fish, and my brother tied on. His knot sucked...we slipped off. I started the motor back up, and the pull cord wouldn't retract back into the motor. A damn spring broke. Luckily it started on that first pull or we would have sat there wondering how the hell we would make it a mile back upstream with only one small paddle. We took the 9.9 hp motor off and picked up the 25 horse at my dad's house. Though it is faster it quickly consumes gas...he should have the smaller motor fixed by next weekend.
Me to dad: How deep do you think this gravel pit is?
My dad: Deeper than a By-God.
There it is...Deeper than a By-God...when you thought you'd heard everything....