Fishing Forum

So there I was today, innocently slaving away in the most sincere paper mill in the south, when all of the sudden my phone gives a little ::blung::, and up pops a picture of Big'Un (Hickorynut123) holding up a nice keeper bass with one of those fecal consuming looks on his face.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /> Big'Un pops a keeper and sends me this teaser text - AT WORK !!<br /><br /> (nice guy, huh?)<br /><br />Of course, I ask him where the heck he was, and he tells me he's out on the water with his Dad and the weather is nice and they're bagging some bass...<br /><br />Now I'm thinking "Why would you tease your good buddy and fishing partner with awesome good time photos while he's stuck at work?" Next thing I know, I hear another ::blung::, and I'm staring at Big'Un's Dad, Doyle, and he's got a nice, fat toad TOO !!<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /> Doyle gets in on the act too...<br /><br />What a couple of cruel S.O.B.'s !! Of course, being the paper making professional that I am, I shake off the temptation and refocus on the task at hand. Just about the time I can start to see the light at the end of my daily tunnel, there's that darned ::blung:: again and Big'Un's unnaturally large body fills my Blackberry screen for the final time...<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /> This was the straw that broke ol' PG's back...<br />Time for me to get out there !!<br /><br />I couldn't handle it anymore !! I grabbed my coat & keys and beat a path for the door. I flew home in the Yukon, hitched up the old tin can in record time and did my best Dale Earnhardt imitation trying to set a record from my driveway to the Sullivan's ramp. I slid the boat off the trailer at 5:30PM under broken clouds with shafts of sunlight pouring out across the Nick. There was a slight breeze and the air temperature hovered right around 63 degrees. I fired up the 'Rude, lit a fine cigar and headed up river to join my "pals". I knew there wasn't much time for fishing, but it seemed like it was going to be the right time for fishing and I was pumped to bag a few before supper.<br /><br />I chunked and twitched and swept and cranked and ripped and paused and even walked the dog, but it just wasn't my night.<br /><br /><br />I never even got a bump.<br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /> Ol' PG comes up empty.<br />Guess I should have stayed at work... NOT !!<br /><br />For the record, those guys said they caught 'em on jerk baits. It was a slow pick all day in the 47 degree water and they a stuck couple of slicks in addition to the nice ones pictured here. They worked from the Catfish house all the way back up to Cummins Lake from about noon until 6:30PM. Good job Big'Un & Doyle !! I'm still jealous...<br /><br />Oh well. Tomorrow's another day and the weather is supposed turn crappy. I always have done my best "work" in adverse conditions.<br /><br />See you guys on the water...<br /><br />PG