crazy true fishing story from 2 days ago
Me and my buddy are heading down to night fish Oconne under the bridge hoping to hurt the crappie population during the full moon. Put the boat in the water and little outboard would not fire up. I smell fuel and I figure I flooded her, so I pull the plugs and end up dropping one of the plugs into the water. #&@#^$! Ok, so my buddy says lets go fish dock lights. No crappie but we start catching small cats, so I hook a small brim and send him out into the middle of the cove looking for hybrid or big cat. Set my rod on the dock and turn my back. Splash, my rod goes into the water in an instant. I spend the next couple of minutes sulking about my bass pro shop spinning rig while my buddy rubs it in because he saw the whole thing. I decide to throw out half of a bream on my other rod and forget about losing my best rig. Not 5 minutes pass and my drag starts talking. I tighten my drag and try to bury the hook in its mouth. It feels like a good catfish. After fighting it for a minute or two the rod I had lost comes to the surface and my buddy grabs the tangled mess while i am celebrating we untangle the two lines and the fish is still on my wet dirty rod. I fight him for another 30 seconds and he gets off at the dock. My buddy turns to me and says "That will never happen again"!
