a grenada lake fishing report before I drive an hour and a half.
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a grenada lake fishing report before I drive an hour and a half.
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It should be the same for Wannabe:
Fish not biting!!!!
and, torch, you gonna rely on wannabe's report?
Well he is a banker and rides to the boat ramp 4 or 5 times a day. Then he checks the cavemen on the rocks at the spillway. He should know if anyone is catching fish. I am not asking him if he is catching any.... I already know the answer to that.
Where is that gewber anyway?
he hasn't text in awhile though. Not sure what that means though
Means he is not catchin anything and dont want to tell everybody!
Missed Fish Lol
Got a good pic that shows the TRUE WB fishin>
Sat, I think you got WB pegged!
Lol Sweeeet
I don't want to talk about it.
Wannabe...
It'll get better, I promise ya. Can't get worse. hehe
AWWW, come on now. Just lie down and tell me all about it. I promise you will feel much better getting everything off your chest
Man, I got out there with hopes of catching atleast enough for dinner for my Family. I could envision coming home with a stringer full of those huge Crappie that everyone else has been catching, Sticking my chest out with pride of the Food I was putting on the table so IS would hopefully let me out of Dish washing for one night. Once I got on the lake, I just knew they'd be at this spot where I saw others catching them yesterday as I was looking through my Binoculars from the Ramp. I got all set up and put my 3 poles out, each double rigged and as I sat there grinning from ear to ear waiting on the bite, NOTHING HAPPENED. WOW, I thought to myself, Maybe I should try a little deeper, yeh, that's the ticket. I'm just not deep enough. I remember reading where someone said they were real deep on the board the other day. Got to be what's wrong so I'll let them on down another 3 or 4 feet deep and trolled on. tell ya, another hour passed and I hadn't even caught a catfish or stripe yet so I second guessed myself again. HUMMM, Deeper? Shallower? CRAP, who can I call to ask what to do now. Satdoc? Nahhh, he'll just teach me a few more words and laugh at me. Bigger, nahhh, he's my hero and I want to make him proud of me. Hummm, think man, think, who to call. DonDon, he hasn't been here in awhile so he wouldn't know. Torch, OH HECK NO. I can't call him cause he's as bad as satdoc without the extra word learnin. He's just crack on me for a month, don't want that. Feelay? OH HECK NO on him as well. Ole tub'o would fall outta his chair laughing and call me names, ain't putting up with ole tub'o dissing on me. CRAP, I can't call nobody so I guess I'm on my own. Humm, maybe the fish moved from where they were catching them yesterday. yeh, they moved so I will to. Bet they moved just right around this bend here so I'll ease up over here and drop 'em back down. I'm fixing to wear 'em out now, yeh man, I'm gonna be able to take pitchers of some fish I caught and show those suckers I can catch some fesh. HA HAAAAAA, yeh man, fixing to get on 'em now buddy. Hummmm, been 2 hours and still ain't caught one yet. WHOAAAA, something hit my pole, the rod tip bounced, yeh, here they are. Come on fishy fishy, hit it again, I got yo butt if you do. Cone on now dadgummit, hit it again or I'm gonna start singing to ya and drive ya crazy til ya hit.
Well, that didn't work, I sat here and sang YMCA for 2 hours and still not a fish, crap, it's getting dark and IS is gonna beat me if I don't get home. How am I gonna explain fishing for 5 hours and not bringing a fish home to take pictures of to all the CCer's. Oh well, guess I'll just not talk much tomorrow. CRAP
OK, OK, I'll spill it.
Man, I got out there with hopes of catching atleast enough for dinner for my Family. I could envision coming home with a stringer full of those huge Crappie that everyone else has been catching, Sticking my chest out with pride of the Food I was putting on the table so IS would hopefully let me out of Dish washing for one night. Once I got on the lake, I just knew they'd be at this spot where I saw others catching them yesterday as I was looking through my Binoculars from the Ramp. I got all set up and put my 3 poles out, each double rigged and as I sat there grinning from ear to ear waiting on the bite, NOTHING HAPPENED. WOW, I thought to myself, Maybe I should try a little deeper, yeh, that's the ticket. I'm just not deep enough. I remember reading where someone said they were real deep on the board the other day. Got to be what's wrong so I'll let them on down another 3 or 4 feet deep and trolled on. tell ya, another hour passed and I hadn't even caught a catfish or stripe yet so I second guessed myself again. HUMMM, Deeper? Shallower? CRAP, who can I call to ask what to do now. Satdoc? Nahhh, he'll just teach me a few more words and laugh at me. Bigger, nahhh, he's my hero and I want to make him proud of me. Hummm, think man, think, who to call. DonDon, he hasn't been here in awhile so he wouldn't know. Torch, OH HECK NO. I can't call him cause he's as bad as satdoc without the extra word learnin. He's just crack on me for a month, don't want that. Feelay? OH HECK NO on him as well. Ole tub'o would fall outta his chair laughing and call me names, ain't putting up with ole tub'o dissing on me. CRAP, I can't call nobody so I guess I'm on my own. Humm, maybe the fish moved from where they were catching them yesterday. yeh, they moved so I will to. Bet they moved just right around this bend here so I'll ease up over here and drop 'em back down. I'm fixing to wear 'em out now, yeh man, I'm gonna be able to take pitchers of some fish I caught and show those suckers I can catch some fesh. HA HAAAAAA, yeh man, fixing to get on 'em now buddy. Hummmm, been 2 hours and still ain't caught one yet. WHOAAAA, something hit my pole, the rod tip bounced, yeh, here they are. Come on fishy fishy, hit it again, I got yo butt if you do. Cone on now dadgummit, hit it again or I'm gonna start singing to ya and drive ya crazy til ya hit.
Well, that didn't work, I sat here and sang YMCA for 2 hours and still not a fish, crap, it's getting dark and IS is gonna beat me if I don't get home. How am I gonna explain fishing for 5 hours and not bringing a fish home to take pictures of to all the CCer's. Oh well, guess I'll just not talk much tomorrow. CRAP
Wannabe...
to not have a comeback on there bud. Not like you one bit. Guess depression really is a bad thing. LOL
I think I would have done better, but I messed up and told ya'll I was fishing so with all the texting and talking on the phone for the on the water up to the minute fishing reports, I guess I just missed the 40 or so bites I'm sure I got. So if you think about it, I did really well with all the distractions I had.
Shame on ya'll for rurnin' my fishing trip.
It was pretty though, so I had that going for me.
Wannabe...
I'm jelious about it to tell the truf
ME TOO! I am always jealous when somebody gets to go and I don't