06-26-2005, 01:19 AM
[#505000]I've shore fished, I've tube fished, boat fished, and I finally made the plunge and bought me a pontoon so I could try pontoon fishing. I decided to buy the Outcast Fish Cat 9. I looked really long and hard at the Creek Company models but after all was said and done I got the Fish Cat.[/#505000]
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[#505000]After much eagerly awaited anticipation my wife got home from work and told me we needed to go visit the $450 kitten I now own which is currently hospitalized at the vet (It started as a $30 kitten from the pound). I advised my wife I would be happy to drop her off on my way to Lincoln. [/#505000]
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[#505000]Since the vet closed in 1/2 hour my wife told me she would start loading the car. I grabbed the pontoon, stuck it in the trunk, and my wife began grabbing all the gear I told her I needed. Amazed at how quickly I was ready to go we headed out. 20 minutes later we arrived at the vet. I wanted to try a new trick with some rubber bands I had aquired and decided to stick them in my tackle box. Wait a minute........ no tackle box.[/#505000]
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[#505000]In the rush to pack to see the $450 kitten the tackle box had been left behind. I rushed home grabbed the box, and made it to Lincoln at 6pm. I threw the pontoon together and hit the water. I haven't rowed anything for a few years and found myself going in wierd circles in the harbor. I think a couple on a boat felt sorry for the poor retarded kid on the pontoon and they offered to tow me out of the harbor. Being lazy I jumped at the offer. At the mouth of the harbor I let go and worth of the most special special olympiad I rowed my way south toward the reeds. It was a wee bit breezy but after 4 or 5 hundred yards I found myself getting in the swing of things.[/#505000]
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[#505000]With the breeze I was having a hard time telling if I was getting fish or if I was just being blown around (looks like I need to invest in an anchor). I did manage to land a mudder through the lip on a circle hook with a big gob of carp meat. I got a few more taps and that was about the end of it. Grateful that the mudder had saved me from the dreaded skunk brigade I relased him. No sense screwing with karma. The wind really started to pick up so I used my new rowing skills and made it back to the harbor. [/#505000]
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[#505000]Thinking the retarded kid might need some help the couple in the boat offered to tow me back into harbor. I let them know I now knew how to row and politely declined the offer. Back at the harbor I finally got to meet Ocean. I would have stayed to fish with him but I had to be back today bright early for work.[/#505000]
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[#505000]The maiden voyage of the S.S. Carp Slayer (or de-virgining) went well. I decided for as much as I love the venerable float tube, the pontoon kicks some serious bottom. It was also nice to clean that pack of skunks out of my tackle box (once I got it in the car with me). [/#505000]
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[#505000]After much eagerly awaited anticipation my wife got home from work and told me we needed to go visit the $450 kitten I now own which is currently hospitalized at the vet (It started as a $30 kitten from the pound). I advised my wife I would be happy to drop her off on my way to Lincoln. [/#505000]
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[#505000]Since the vet closed in 1/2 hour my wife told me she would start loading the car. I grabbed the pontoon, stuck it in the trunk, and my wife began grabbing all the gear I told her I needed. Amazed at how quickly I was ready to go we headed out. 20 minutes later we arrived at the vet. I wanted to try a new trick with some rubber bands I had aquired and decided to stick them in my tackle box. Wait a minute........ no tackle box.[/#505000]
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[#505000]In the rush to pack to see the $450 kitten the tackle box had been left behind. I rushed home grabbed the box, and made it to Lincoln at 6pm. I threw the pontoon together and hit the water. I haven't rowed anything for a few years and found myself going in wierd circles in the harbor. I think a couple on a boat felt sorry for the poor retarded kid on the pontoon and they offered to tow me out of the harbor. Being lazy I jumped at the offer. At the mouth of the harbor I let go and worth of the most special special olympiad I rowed my way south toward the reeds. It was a wee bit breezy but after 4 or 5 hundred yards I found myself getting in the swing of things.[/#505000]
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[#505000]With the breeze I was having a hard time telling if I was getting fish or if I was just being blown around (looks like I need to invest in an anchor). I did manage to land a mudder through the lip on a circle hook with a big gob of carp meat. I got a few more taps and that was about the end of it. Grateful that the mudder had saved me from the dreaded skunk brigade I relased him. No sense screwing with karma. The wind really started to pick up so I used my new rowing skills and made it back to the harbor. [/#505000]
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[#505000]Thinking the retarded kid might need some help the couple in the boat offered to tow me back into harbor. I let them know I now knew how to row and politely declined the offer. Back at the harbor I finally got to meet Ocean. I would have stayed to fish with him but I had to be back today bright early for work.[/#505000]
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[#505000]The maiden voyage of the S.S. Carp Slayer (or de-virgining) went well. I decided for as much as I love the venerable float tube, the pontoon kicks some serious bottom. It was also nice to clean that pack of skunks out of my tackle box (once I got it in the car with me). [/#505000]
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