EricM
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EricM, Riverpark (Chick dam), Lots of species/lots of fish, 8-10-13, Spurhunter, shsimons, rsimms
The true story (according to EricM):
The four of us decided to all fish together below the dam. So far, so good. EricM's boat got commandeered. So far, a little less good. EricM had to pick up spurhunter. So far, good is not a word that comes immediately to mind.
We meet at the ramp and everyone piles in with all their gear. Huh. Tackle packs, rods, and coolers litter the once pristine floor of my boat, It appears Spur has been thrown out of the house and is packing everything he owns with him. Everyone stakes out their newly acquired homesteads on board. Mine is the 2 square feet immediately behind the wheel. No river frontage for me. I'm beginning to figure out the evil plot brewing against me.
I knew there were troubled waters ahead when the first question arises - "Where do we start?". Four arms are raised to point in four different directions. Uh-oh. The two older, wiser gentlemen on board "allow" the two younger, more energetic (dumber) folks to go try to net bait. No luck, so we took what bait we brought and went fishing. Again, it appears there are arms pointing in all directions. I pick one arm and follow it.
Rsimms starts us out with the first two fish, and maybe a third. The other two follow suit. No fish for EricM (no river frontage on the plot of boat left to me). Maybe if I carefully work the property line between Sam and Erik...... and just as I get ready to cast, Sam's wide shoulders and Erik's big butt close the gap I had intended to take advantage of. Richard, feigning innocence, blocked the path on his property line. They all caught more fish. Emphasis on the word "they".
We tried lots of methods and areas and baits. After the water flow increased, the energetic youngsters (dummies) are again dispatched to try to net bait. A whole bunch of of net throws later, Sam strikes gold with a net full of shad. Lots of fish fell to the live bait, as well as cut skipjack and chicken. Largemouth, spotted bass, smallmouth, white bass, skipjack, drum, blue cats, a flathead, and even a bluegill fell prey to those who claimed the properties surrounding my "landlocked" spot behind the wheel. Sam had the fight of the day with a large blue cat on very light gear that got a bit nuts in the boils of the generators and had us chasing it all over the dam discharge with Sam running from end of the boat to end of the boat, while Erik took over the big motor and I turned the tight circles with the trolling motor to follow the wild fish. We all had advice and were unafraid to freely give it to poor Sam. A magnificent performance by all the advisors, and still the fish was boated. Who'd have thought?
Of course, the action really started just as the rains came, and not one of the four idiots on board put on a bit of rain gear or considered heading for the ramp. Cell phones and cameras were put in the dry and we all enjoyed getting drenched - some (those three land grabbers) while catching fish, and one poor fellow by netting and landing fish and taking them off and taking pictures of the three happy land grabbers holding their trophies.
At two PM the generators really cranked up and we called it quits. We took out the boat and stood around talking while the rain poured down; drowned rats, but a happy bunch. I got home and shoveled out the disaster area that was so miserably treated by those three poopy land grabbers as they landed fish after fish while I...............................
............................never caught the first (dam) fish today. What a nice bunch of guys.
The true story (according to EricM):
The four of us decided to all fish together below the dam. So far, so good. EricM's boat got commandeered. So far, a little less good. EricM had to pick up spurhunter. So far, good is not a word that comes immediately to mind.
We meet at the ramp and everyone piles in with all their gear. Huh. Tackle packs, rods, and coolers litter the once pristine floor of my boat, It appears Spur has been thrown out of the house and is packing everything he owns with him. Everyone stakes out their newly acquired homesteads on board. Mine is the 2 square feet immediately behind the wheel. No river frontage for me. I'm beginning to figure out the evil plot brewing against me.
I knew there were troubled waters ahead when the first question arises - "Where do we start?". Four arms are raised to point in four different directions. Uh-oh. The two older, wiser gentlemen on board "allow" the two younger, more energetic (dumber) folks to go try to net bait. No luck, so we took what bait we brought and went fishing. Again, it appears there are arms pointing in all directions. I pick one arm and follow it.
Rsimms starts us out with the first two fish, and maybe a third. The other two follow suit. No fish for EricM (no river frontage on the plot of boat left to me). Maybe if I carefully work the property line between Sam and Erik...... and just as I get ready to cast, Sam's wide shoulders and Erik's big butt close the gap I had intended to take advantage of. Richard, feigning innocence, blocked the path on his property line. They all caught more fish. Emphasis on the word "they".
We tried lots of methods and areas and baits. After the water flow increased, the energetic youngsters (dummies) are again dispatched to try to net bait. A whole bunch of of net throws later, Sam strikes gold with a net full of shad. Lots of fish fell to the live bait, as well as cut skipjack and chicken. Largemouth, spotted bass, smallmouth, white bass, skipjack, drum, blue cats, a flathead, and even a bluegill fell prey to those who claimed the properties surrounding my "landlocked" spot behind the wheel. Sam had the fight of the day with a large blue cat on very light gear that got a bit nuts in the boils of the generators and had us chasing it all over the dam discharge with Sam running from end of the boat to end of the boat, while Erik took over the big motor and I turned the tight circles with the trolling motor to follow the wild fish. We all had advice and were unafraid to freely give it to poor Sam. A magnificent performance by all the advisors, and still the fish was boated. Who'd have thought?
Of course, the action really started just as the rains came, and not one of the four idiots on board put on a bit of rain gear or considered heading for the ramp. Cell phones and cameras were put in the dry and we all enjoyed getting drenched - some (those three land grabbers) while catching fish, and one poor fellow by netting and landing fish and taking them off and taking pictures of the three happy land grabbers holding their trophies.
At two PM the generators really cranked up and we called it quits. We took out the boat and stood around talking while the rain poured down; drowned rats, but a happy bunch. I got home and shoveled out the disaster area that was so miserably treated by those three poopy land grabbers as they landed fish after fish while I...............................
............................never caught the first (dam) fish today. What a nice bunch of guys.
