We start out mid river, Thick ricks second cast or so..."Bang" rod broke...Rick comes over and is pissed off...Well, what are we going to do...here's my keys, Rick is off to Fred's for another stick...
My first cast, lose everything...this happens three times in a hundred yard stretch, and I think at least twice for T.O. Merc.
Rick gets back and we decide to head up river...check a little spot the TR got his fish yesterday..we fish, B.S. and smoke cigars...start to head up a little, Here comes T.O. Merc with a sad look on his face..
"Can I have your car keys?" He's off to Fred's now too, rod tip came loose..
While Merc is gone Rick and I hook into some nice ones...kind of boots though..
Between us we hook about five of these big boys, though Ricks was the biggest of the day...We then head up to a few more runs but no one home...T.O.Merc gets back and I look at my watch and I'm supposed to call and meet someone one about buying a rod today off him..No reception so I now drive down to Fred's to call and wait...Oh, phone is off...hmmm nice...Love wasting an hour waiting on someone....Head back up river and pick up the two knuckleheads..we fish a little more and I talk them into one more stop...
Head down to mid river again...sun is coming out and the water is murky but it's our last stop...I'm sitting there as usual, yapping at Rick....float down...SHOCK...it's NOT a log...head shakes...Big fish jumps coming toward me and rolls in the line and out pops the hooks...I'm standing there yelling at Rick..."Is it still on..Is it still on?" Hoping somehow pumpkin buns can kick that bugger back on my hook...
We fish another half hour, Rick goes..."Damn, bottom...Oops..Damn Fish" and he escapes too...So a deer comes down and pee's on our gear..laughs and walks away...We are soooooo b*tchslapped today...