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Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Despite Three Pretty Ladies and Two Hounds, I Caught No Fish
All my conceivable good luck charms were in place for opening day of rockfish season on the Chesapeake but despite my best efforts, I couldn't catch even one god damn rockfish.What's it take to get the kind of fish I got last year? Do I have to rub my balls on the lures or something?
I got chartreuse parachute lures and decent rods. And as they say on the Bay, "if it ain't chartreuse, it ain't no use."
And man, rockfish received and A+ from the Chesapeake Bay Foundation for 2008 -- the only parameter to get such a good score, making them near as plentiful as during Captain John Smith's voyage of 1608.
What's WRONG with me? Yea, maybe it's me. Maybe it's the fact that I only tow 2 rods. Maybe it's because my sailboat is too fast -- six to seven knots.
Anyway, below are my good luck charms on opening day. My lovely wife and two hounds:
Ms. Jessica did not complain that we got no fish, despite me getting her hopes up beforehand:
Rachel took the waves and wind tougher than some men I've seen. A good crew, overall:
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Don't you know it's bad luck to let wimmen on boats? You're lucky you weren't sent to Davy Jones' Locker, ya lubber.
On a more serious note, if you do rub your balls on the lures, be careful of the hooks.
On a more serious note, if you do rub your balls on the lures, be careful of the hooks.
Yeah,
The first day of the season was tough on everyone. Trolling at 6-7 knots is just too fast. We have to pull 20 lines just to catch one. Hope you have better luck next time.
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The first day of the season was tough on everyone. Trolling at 6-7 knots is just too fast. We have to pull 20 lines just to catch one. Hope you have better luck next time.
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