01-21-2003, 02:09 PM
[cool] What's the difference between dedication and dementia? Not much when you are a float tuber. I gotta admit I have dunked my donut in a lot of water that saner folks would never attempt. People don't believe me when I say "My mama drowned all the dumb ones". But, you can't beat fun. Glad FB2 got the skunk out of his tube. Hope he doesn't teach that tube any bad habits. I spent a lot of time training it, and abused a lot of fish from it.
My best "stupid float tuber tricks" story was on American Fork Boat Harbor, on an early December day some years ago. I had been knocking the heck out of big white bass...all by my lonesome...for several days. I was the only nut fishing it. The water was still open and the whites were stacked up in there. Perfect float tubing.
One Friday afternoon, I took off early and conned a buddy into going with me. He took his waders, but balked at the tube. Oh yeah, there was a snowstorm in progress. He almost backed out all together. The snow got heavier and heavier as we drove from Salt Lake to Utah Lake. When we got to the harbor, it was covered with slush. The water was cold enough to float the snow without melting it.
While I was getting tooled up with my tube, my buddy cast a jig out and we laughed as it sat on top of the slush. I launched my tube and powered a path out into the slush for my buddy to cast into. He began hooking white bass as I moved out farther and opened up a large circle so I could jig vertically. We both caught an agreeable number of stupid fish, but then it got colder, windier and snowier. The open path slushed in and I had a heck of a time plowing my way back to shore. Almost spent the winter there.
One week later we were back drilling holes in 6" of ice.
You guys be careful, but enjoy the open water while it lasts. And, when you have to get out and do the float tuber stomp...to restore feeling to the toes...dance a couple of choruses in my memory. Been there, done that.
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My best "stupid float tuber tricks" story was on American Fork Boat Harbor, on an early December day some years ago. I had been knocking the heck out of big white bass...all by my lonesome...for several days. I was the only nut fishing it. The water was still open and the whites were stacked up in there. Perfect float tubing.
One Friday afternoon, I took off early and conned a buddy into going with me. He took his waders, but balked at the tube. Oh yeah, there was a snowstorm in progress. He almost backed out all together. The snow got heavier and heavier as we drove from Salt Lake to Utah Lake. When we got to the harbor, it was covered with slush. The water was cold enough to float the snow without melting it.
While I was getting tooled up with my tube, my buddy cast a jig out and we laughed as it sat on top of the slush. I launched my tube and powered a path out into the slush for my buddy to cast into. He began hooking white bass as I moved out farther and opened up a large circle so I could jig vertically. We both caught an agreeable number of stupid fish, but then it got colder, windier and snowier. The open path slushed in and I had a heck of a time plowing my way back to shore. Almost spent the winter there.
One week later we were back drilling holes in 6" of ice.
You guys be careful, but enjoy the open water while it lasts. And, when you have to get out and do the float tuber stomp...to restore feeling to the toes...dance a couple of choruses in my memory. Been there, done that.
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