I'm just that good. Actually, it was the first fish of the day. I caught one that was just a little smaller. I didn't catch much of anything till I got to the Beaver Pond (great name for a strip club or a whorehouse, huh?) and three fairly nice sized pike got away with three of my flies. My mistake was that I waded wet--no waders, just my wading boots and wading socks--so I was a bit chilly all day. I didn't even bother to lift or run today. I feel like such a heifer.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Yet, Another Hog Smallmouth
I'm just that good. Actually, it was the first fish of the day. I caught one that was just a little smaller. I didn't catch much of anything till I got to the Beaver Pond (great name for a strip club or a whorehouse, huh?) and three fairly nice sized pike got away with three of my flies. My mistake was that I waded wet--no waders, just my wading boots and wading socks--so I was a bit chilly all day. I didn't even bother to lift or run today. I feel like such a heifer.
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