Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Big Piney Bronzeback

Fishing trips like these are like hitting for the cycle in baseball, shooting the round of your life of golf, bowling a perfect 300, and eating my Mom's meatloaf. Well, maybe not quite that good, but pretty close. Yes, I did fall in the water and froze my butt off for 2 hours till the sun broke through, but it was well worth it. I yelled at Harper up the bank, " Come on in, the waters fine!" And yes, he did laugh at me, but I would of done the same thing. James was having kinda a rough go of things, and then just went on a terror. I think he caught everything in the river I didn't get to first. I learned him well. Haha. James lied in his posting, we didn't go to Rich's Last Resort, there aren't any fish there, the camping spots are $84 dollars a night, and the new owners are very inhospitable. And we didn't use 7 inch black Berkley Powerbaits. If you like catching the fattest, hardest fighting smallmouth you can imagine, don't go there. But whatever you do, always catch and release so I can catch 'em again. Until next time....

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