A fish I caught last night with a bit of a story behind it.
I raced to the river, right after the gym last night, only to find my “secret spot” invaded by 3 or 4 boaters, full of loud belligerent drunks, who were having no luck at all (I call it KARMA).
There is barely half an hr of daylight left and, well (5) minutes later I’ve lost all my new lures,… snag, …snag, snag, CRAAAAAAAP!!!!!
So I throw on a crappy little pink spoon, and chuck that for a while, but to no avail.
Now its getting dark, all the boaters have left, and I finally feel a little peace in the serenity of a fading sunset....ahhhhh, serenity now…., when it happens…SNAG….. So I’m thinking, its getting dark, …should I stay, or just bail. Not being a quitter, I crack a beer, sit down, tie on a new leader, dig though my tackle until I find a gold hammered croc with a nice big pink stripe…JACKPOT!!!
I toss the hardware out on a nice cast, let it sink for 2 or 3 seconds and start my retrieve, (will it snag?...will it snag?…, please don’t snag, please don’t snag) well about 10 ft from shore, yank, S**T NOT AGAIN!!!! WHOATHISSNAGISFIGHTINGBACK…YAHOOOOO!!!!!!!FISHON!!!!!!!!
(5) minutes later I pull in a nice doe, but now its dark, black actually, so I’m trying to bonk the fish, trying to hang onto it in the dark, oops kicked my tackle box over, gear every where now, and a struggling fish trying to flop back into the water…WHOA, WHEREDOYOUTHINKYOURGOING???
BONK,BONK,BONK!!!!! Whew…. Now to get outta here. Think I got every thing I came with (minus 4 or 5 lures), and make my way back to the Jeep, everything EXCEPT MY WALLET…AAHHHHHHHH
Spend the next 1/2hr looking for the damn thing, pitch black, and no flashlight, only to give up, …gotta get home and gut this thing.
So this morning I get up, down to the Fraser by 7am, and start my search, 30 seconds later, YEEHAAAAAA, right at the spot I was trying to bonk the fish last night, with the waves gently rocking it back and forth at waters edge…..right next to the last lure I lost.