FISHINWEAZ
07-12-2005, 04:05 AM
Headed out w/ my b-in-law this past weekend. My main fishin partner Jason, guess you could say my best friend.
Well, the weekend started out way bad. Like a couple of idiots, we were gabbing while driving and decided we needed to eat lunch and visit Mr. John. When we got off the freeway, at the same moment, we looked at each other and realized that we weren't in Kansas anymore. Upon further investigation we had found that we were about 200 miles off course. O' well. Guess we just needed to see that area anyway. LOL
We finally arrive to our destination about 3 hrs. late. Lake looks good, we'll pitch the tent a little later. I've got a big fishy with my name on it. We fished for about 3 hrs. that evening with myself catching a couple of 3 pounders and Jason getting none.
The next morning we hit it again. Fishing was very slow as if the fish had lock jaw. This time Jason hooked up with a couple of 3 pounders and none for myself. A short time later he again hooked onto one. He says to me that maybe I ought to video this one. So gladly I did. The more he fought this fish I noticed this little gleam from behind his glasses. Everytime this fish went on a run, the higher his eyebrows got. After a while of fighting, the fish finally caved in and into the net he goes.
The moral of this short story:
Everytime I go fishing, getting a fish or not, is thepriceless memories of what happens and the looks on your friends faces.
Well, the weekend started out way bad. Like a couple of idiots, we were gabbing while driving and decided we needed to eat lunch and visit Mr. John. When we got off the freeway, at the same moment, we looked at each other and realized that we weren't in Kansas anymore. Upon further investigation we had found that we were about 200 miles off course. O' well. Guess we just needed to see that area anyway. LOL
We finally arrive to our destination about 3 hrs. late. Lake looks good, we'll pitch the tent a little later. I've got a big fishy with my name on it. We fished for about 3 hrs. that evening with myself catching a couple of 3 pounders and Jason getting none.
The next morning we hit it again. Fishing was very slow as if the fish had lock jaw. This time Jason hooked up with a couple of 3 pounders and none for myself. A short time later he again hooked onto one. He says to me that maybe I ought to video this one. So gladly I did. The more he fought this fish I noticed this little gleam from behind his glasses. Everytime this fish went on a run, the higher his eyebrows got. After a while of fighting, the fish finally caved in and into the net he goes.
The moral of this short story:
Everytime I go fishing, getting a fish or not, is thepriceless memories of what happens and the looks on your friends faces.