Fishzilla

[slay emn fillet em]

It was socked in with fog out on the lake. I looked out the window and thought to myself. Fish bite in the rain,I have hooked up on windy days,Walleye seem to bite best on freezing cold dark spring evenings,sunshine! I have persuaded fish to bite on a perfectly comfortable ,normal tank top wearing summer afternoon. Well fishing in the fog it is I told myself.
I looked through my tackle box,HMM what do fish eat on a foggy morning? As I pawed through old rusty hooks,forgotten dried worms,broken bobbers,and mystery tackle. I decided that the little white jig I had tied on would have to do. I poured another cup of coffee grabbed the worms from the fridge whistled for the dog and away we went. As I began to row away from the dock the cabin dissapeared. The fog and silence swallowed us up. I rowed for about ten miniutes into the abyss and realized that it was almost a little creepy out here. I wasnt sure how I would find my way back. Perfect looks like we are going to have to fish till the fog lifts. Now I love to get away and go fishing but on this morning it was complete solitude only a hundred yards from the end of my dock. Just me and mans best friend.The rest of the world at the time seemed nonexistant.
O.K. little white jig. Look at the battle scars on you, theres bareley even a curl left in your tail so far I have landed 50 perch, 25 whitefish,two two pounders and the big 4.5 pound smallmouth and this thing is a miricle its still on the hook. If little white jigs could be homeless alcoholics this must be what they would look like. What the hell I would eat it if I was a fish. So I tipped what was left of my jig with a piece of worm opened the bail and let it down,down,down,to the bottom.As i sat ther in silence I thought to myself,what are you doing man.My moving to this cabin on the lake has created a fishing monster.At this point I was enjoying my one on one with nature and borderline insanity of a fisherman that would rather be socked in with fog, lost somewhere on the lake,freezing my ass off drinking cold coffee at this point and being stared at by the dog with excitement in her eyes like it cant get any better than this.(she is fish crazy)!I decided since Im here and my roadkill jig is on the bottom,and my coffee is not getting any warmer . I might as well fish.
I started jigging,twitch,twitch,big lift,twitch,rest."OH"a little nibble it must be a perch,"OH""OH" Missed him.Twitch,twitch WHAMO!!! OMG I GOT ONE! A BIG ONE.What is it? a Bass,no its tugging too much it feels like a steelhead."UH" "OH" line just went slack reel, reel,reel. He's coming up fast OMG what is it?WOW I see him its a cutthroat! The biggest cutthroat I have ever seen.Its gotta be ten pounds,and this fish is pissed off! He was up long enough for me to catch a glimpse then back down."OH" back up! he thinks he can fly. OMG he can fly.What a puller,this fish is doing every trick in the book to shake that horrid looking jig from his jaw.Thats when I started thinking to myself maybe you should invest in some good line and stop using that old roll of four pound mono you found in the basement of the cabin.Hindsite 20/20. Shit wheres my net ! I will never get him in the boat without my net.I know its a hundred yards to the west on the deck of the cabin.Now What! I will have to wear him out.Up ,down,back ,forth,into the sky,big deep dives,SNAP! doggone it!I lost my jig. But I found FISHZILLA!

[pingu]

great read
unlucky there
def time for a bit heavier line i thionk

dave

[slay emn fillet em]

Yeah it was time for a new jig too! I like Triline low visibility in a 4-6 lb for the lake. Im a faithful monofilament fisherman. The braided lines are cool technology,but I like the springiness of a good mono any day. It seems a lot eaiser to get knots out of and It cuts clean for threading small eyes and rigging. Thats why they call it fishing and not catching. You win some and you loose some.

[JustMark]

Excellent read. Brought back a few memories.

I used to have a flat in Kingswear. It had a balcony overlooking the Banjo, mud creek and marina. On foggy days I would go down to my little boat and row out to the edge of the marina, usually upstream, just far enough so no-one else could see me, but out of the current.

Never caught anything worth talking about, the odd eel maybe, but the feeling that it was only me was priceless.

I had almost forgotten that. Thanks SlayM

[slay emn fillet em]

Your welcome its my pleasure to share stories of my experience at the lake.

[philipn]

good read thats the moment all fishermen want and dont want and want damnit good read