08-05-2014, 09:00 AM
There we wuz, all jitters, hyperventilating and all, with big visions of slab TARP crappie dancing in our heads. That is where they remained. Ricky Lovetofish invited me for a short crappie fishing trip since he found out that I was cleared to fish again. Neither Ricky nor I had been fishing since the first week of July.<br /><br />We rode up to just above the intake area and fished and fished and fished. All different spots you know, but not nary a single taker of the lures that we were fishing. emoBang Then we rode back down to the HBSP area and fished and fished and fished with nary a taker. emoBang <br /><br />I did show Ricky one of my crappie bamboo hotels and showed him how to put an accurate way point on his graph. The only positive thing about this morning&#39;s trip is that I didn&#39;t have any pain, no matter how fast Ricky ran the boat. But, I&#39;m not near ready to fish hard. My left leg is weak as cat pi--. I had great difficulty moving around in the boat. Climbing up on the back deck to get in a seat was something else. I guess that more walking is in store for me. So, if you see me walking up and down in my driveway, you will know what I&#39;m doing and am not just a crazy person not knowing where he&#39;s going or what he&#39;s doing. emoBig <br /><br />Ricky, thanks for taking me and trying to put fish in the boat. We will go again before it frosts. emoBig emoGeezer <br /><br />This is a fishing tale. Oh, I almost forgot. Ricky and I did have the little tails bitten off our jigs at least once. I saw my line take off sideways like a bat out of ......and you know what that was, even though I didn&#39;t hook the little thing. It had to be a bluegill. emoGeezer