05-03-2011, 09:01 AM
Yes, fishing dreams are the sign of a deprived fisherman. After I unfortunately dropped my prized set up into the lake, I realized that have plenty of reels, and all broken rods. Money is currently tight, so I'm stuck with fishing dreams - wet dreams if you will *snare and cymbal* So here it is, my latest:
THE HOUND OF THE SALTWATER
I had some rem last night. I dreamed I was vacationing with my girlfriends family in a forest somewhere humid where an ocean inlet drew inland, allowing salt water species to patrol into these deep sounds. The car was parked so that the back was facing the water. I had an eel on a stainless steel leader attached to a float cast about 30 yards out.
We sat there talking, all fishing this humid forest sound. While her mom spoke to me (her back facing the water), I saw in my peripherals over her shoulder, a movement in the water. My line was still, the float was gone, and a hard ripple was disseminating. I cut the conversation short and quickly hopped out if the side door, her dad was on the roof. The pole was pinched between the door, and gathering it gave me that precious 'plan of action' timing, enough to check the line and decide to reel it taut then give it hard side-sweep to set the big hook deep.
As I left the door my shirt caught, and it took a moment to shake free. Reel. Side sweep...BAM! The rod almost left my hands, I wasn't used to this kind of pull from a fish. The reel started singing as the 8 foot carbon fiber bowed into a C, I was scared it was either gonna fly out of my hands or just snap. As he pulled me all the way to my left, the usual unconscious-red neck talk started slipping out as I methodically followed this fast moving, tough pulling monster with the rod tip "Come on old boy!!! Get all the fightin out come on! You aint leaving!"
He roughed up the water line, throwing white water all over the place, putting on a really good show. I couldn't imagine what the hell it was, I figured I hooked into a good size reef shark or maybe a sting ray. After a few panicked darts here and there, it made its way towards the mouth of the inlet back into the sea. I checked my spool to make sure he wouldn't drag out my line, then I checked the drag see if it was too tight. Everything was tuned, and after a few seriously aggressive darts I knew I was set for success and just let him fight.
He made his way back towards me, and I caught up with the spool, tightening as he moved back out but careful not to try and give him much more resistance than he was giving me. A second time he darted away, then turned his way back towards me and I tried to catch up with the spool but he was moving in too fast, I was sure he was going to break the water so I could see what the hell he was.
About 15 yards out, some sunken logs and a big patch of thick reeds smashed down as he crashed into them making an intimidating scene. To my surprise, what I saw was some white fur and spots. Almost immediately, I saw that it was a dog. What the hell!! I tried to walk out to him to help, but as quickly as he was in the reeds, he was out, jetting back into the water swimming out to sea.
Yep, I must dreaming god damn it. All the excitement sucked right out of the dream. Suddenly I didn't feel anything on the line anymore, and gave the reel a spin to check the resistance: It effortless pulled in line that tangled around the arm and under the spool. Then hey, all that adrenaline woke me up.
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THE HOUND OF THE SALTWATER
I had some rem last night. I dreamed I was vacationing with my girlfriends family in a forest somewhere humid where an ocean inlet drew inland, allowing salt water species to patrol into these deep sounds. The car was parked so that the back was facing the water. I had an eel on a stainless steel leader attached to a float cast about 30 yards out.
We sat there talking, all fishing this humid forest sound. While her mom spoke to me (her back facing the water), I saw in my peripherals over her shoulder, a movement in the water. My line was still, the float was gone, and a hard ripple was disseminating. I cut the conversation short and quickly hopped out if the side door, her dad was on the roof. The pole was pinched between the door, and gathering it gave me that precious 'plan of action' timing, enough to check the line and decide to reel it taut then give it hard side-sweep to set the big hook deep.
As I left the door my shirt caught, and it took a moment to shake free. Reel. Side sweep...BAM! The rod almost left my hands, I wasn't used to this kind of pull from a fish. The reel started singing as the 8 foot carbon fiber bowed into a C, I was scared it was either gonna fly out of my hands or just snap. As he pulled me all the way to my left, the usual unconscious-red neck talk started slipping out as I methodically followed this fast moving, tough pulling monster with the rod tip "Come on old boy!!! Get all the fightin out come on! You aint leaving!"
He roughed up the water line, throwing white water all over the place, putting on a really good show. I couldn't imagine what the hell it was, I figured I hooked into a good size reef shark or maybe a sting ray. After a few panicked darts here and there, it made its way towards the mouth of the inlet back into the sea. I checked my spool to make sure he wouldn't drag out my line, then I checked the drag see if it was too tight. Everything was tuned, and after a few seriously aggressive darts I knew I was set for success and just let him fight.
He made his way back towards me, and I caught up with the spool, tightening as he moved back out but careful not to try and give him much more resistance than he was giving me. A second time he darted away, then turned his way back towards me and I tried to catch up with the spool but he was moving in too fast, I was sure he was going to break the water so I could see what the hell he was.
About 15 yards out, some sunken logs and a big patch of thick reeds smashed down as he crashed into them making an intimidating scene. To my surprise, what I saw was some white fur and spots. Almost immediately, I saw that it was a dog. What the hell!! I tried to walk out to him to help, but as quickly as he was in the reeds, he was out, jetting back into the water swimming out to sea.
Yep, I must dreaming god damn it. All the excitement sucked right out of the dream. Suddenly I didn't feel anything on the line anymore, and gave the reel a spin to check the resistance: It effortless pulled in line that tangled around the arm and under the spool. Then hey, all that adrenaline woke me up.
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