So there I was today, innocently slaving away in the most sincere paper mill in the south, when all of the sudden my phone gives a little ::blung::, and up pops a picture of Big'Un (Hickorynut123) holding up a nice keeper bass with one of those fecal consuming looks on his face.
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<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">Big'Un pops a keeper and sends me this teaser text - AT WORK !!</font></p>
<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">(nice guy, huh?)</font></p>
Of course, I ask him where the heck he was, and he tells me he's out on the water with his Dad and the weather is nice and they're bagging some bass...
Now I'm thinking "Why would you tease your good buddy and fishing partner with awesome good time photos while he's stuck at work?" Next thing I know, I hear another ::blung::, and I'm staring at Big'Un's Dad, Doyle, and he's got a nice, fat toad TOO !!
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<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">Doyle gets in on the act too...</font></p>
What a couple of cruel S.O.B.'s !! Of course, being the paper making professional that I am, I shake off the temptation and refocus on the task at hand. Just about the time I can start to see the light at the end of my daily tunnel, there's that darned ::blung:: again and Big'Un's unnaturally large body fills my Blackberry screen for the final time...
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<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">This was the straw that broke ol' PG's back...
Time for me to get out there !!</font></p>
I couldn't handle it anymore !! I grabbed my coat & keys and beat a path for the door. I flew home in the Yukon, hitched up the old tin can in record time and did my best Dale Earnhardt imitation trying to set a record from my driveway to the Sullivan's ramp. I slid the boat off the trailer at 5:30PM under broken clouds with shafts of sunlight pouring out across the Nick. There was a slight breeze and the air temperature hovered right around 63 degrees. I fired up the 'Rude, lit a fine cigar and headed up river to join my "pals". I knew there wasn't much time for fishing, but it seemed like it was going to be the right time for fishing and I was pumped to bag a few before supper.
I chunked and twitched and swept and cranked and ripped and paused and even walked the dog, but it just wasn't my night.
I never even got a bump.
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<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">Ol' PG comes up empty.
Guess I should have stayed at work... NOT !!</font></p>
For the record, those guys said they caught 'em on jerk baits. It was a slow pick all day in the 47 degree water and they a stuck couple of slicks in addition to the nice ones pictured here. They worked from the Catfish house all the way back up to Cummins Lake from about noon until 6:30PM. Good job Big'Un & Doyle !! I'm still jealous...
Oh well. Tomorrow's another day and the weather is supposed turn crappy. I always have done my best "work" in adverse conditions.
See you guys on the water...
PG
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<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">Big'Un pops a keeper and sends me this teaser text - AT WORK !!</font></p>
<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">(nice guy, huh?)</font></p>
Of course, I ask him where the heck he was, and he tells me he's out on the water with his Dad and the weather is nice and they're bagging some bass...
Now I'm thinking "Why would you tease your good buddy and fishing partner with awesome good time photos while he's stuck at work?" Next thing I know, I hear another ::blung::, and I'm staring at Big'Un's Dad, Doyle, and he's got a nice, fat toad TOO !!
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<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">Doyle gets in on the act too...</font></p>
What a couple of cruel S.O.B.'s !! Of course, being the paper making professional that I am, I shake off the temptation and refocus on the task at hand. Just about the time I can start to see the light at the end of my daily tunnel, there's that darned ::blung:: again and Big'Un's unnaturally large body fills my Blackberry screen for the final time...
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<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">This was the straw that broke ol' PG's back...
Time for me to get out there !!</font></p>
I couldn't handle it anymore !! I grabbed my coat & keys and beat a path for the door. I flew home in the Yukon, hitched up the old tin can in record time and did my best Dale Earnhardt imitation trying to set a record from my driveway to the Sullivan's ramp. I slid the boat off the trailer at 5:30PM under broken clouds with shafts of sunlight pouring out across the Nick. There was a slight breeze and the air temperature hovered right around 63 degrees. I fired up the 'Rude, lit a fine cigar and headed up river to join my "pals". I knew there wasn't much time for fishing, but it seemed like it was going to be the right time for fishing and I was pumped to bag a few before supper.
I chunked and twitched and swept and cranked and ripped and paused and even walked the dog, but it just wasn't my night.
I never even got a bump.
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<p align="center"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold" size="4">Ol' PG comes up empty.
Guess I should have stayed at work... NOT !!</font></p>
For the record, those guys said they caught 'em on jerk baits. It was a slow pick all day in the 47 degree water and they a stuck couple of slicks in addition to the nice ones pictured here. They worked from the Catfish house all the way back up to Cummins Lake from about noon until 6:30PM. Good job Big'Un & Doyle !! I'm still jealous...
Oh well. Tomorrow's another day and the weather is supposed turn crappy. I always have done my best "work" in adverse conditions.
See you guys on the water...
PG
