09-22-2009, 09:00 AM
<br /> It was a lovely morning, too cloudy to see the sun rise. I called and woke 2jigs up and he took me to a secluded ramp to which I had never been. I had fished the area one time with Jiggy last year, and there were some features that interested me. There were no vehicles in the lot when we put in @ 7:30, and no vehicles when we pulled out at 1:30.<br /> Steve managed to snag a little yellow bass fairly early in the day, had what looked to be a 12-13&amp;quot; spot jump and spit his hook, and had a few bites but couldn&#39;t get a hook set. &amp;quot;No need&amp;quot;, he said. &amp;quot;this ain&#39;t no tournament&amp;quot;. I think they were rocks, but he insisted they were fish. I suggested that he tie on a hook, but he said that he had one on. I suggested one with a point on it.<br /> We fished a couple of humps and banks, but until about 12:30 we had no Black Bass in the boat. I kept the back end of the boat pointed towards the fish so Jiggy could catch the first one (just proper etiquitte, ya know).<br /> Then he started dancing or made a cast back there that knocked me off balance. He insists that he did nothing, and that I&#39;m just a emoGeezer. Anyway, after twisting and trying to regain my balance for what seemed like 30 minutes, I managed to get my right leg pointed at the belly of the boat, but it didn&#39;t make it. Thank God my head bouncing off the console, spraining my left wrist (rod in hand), nearly pulling my right shoulder out of it&#39;s socket, and my ribcage catching the edge of the boat slowed me down, and the 20 lb. spare tire I carry around got caught between the boat and my tackle box kept me from taking a swim. My nose seemed about 4 inches from the water when I pulled myself back into the boat. A good net man would have had that net between my face and the water by then, but All I had was 2jigs emoLaugh emoLaugh emoLaugh .<br /> Oh, I almost got my revenge, though. I planted a 5/0 Gammy Skip-Gap into his frogg-togg hood, inches from his ear and neck. He was lucky...the contact snapped my 12 lb mono leader 1/4 inch from the hook. It would have been BURIED had he not had that that hood on his shoulders.<br /> Sooooooo...I finally got a 12&amp;quot; spot in the boat at the last hump as we headed to the ramp.<br /> We had a great time, so we&#39;re gonna do it again real soon!