05-30-2009, 11:57 PM
many years ago I was fishing with a friend on his boat back in a cove in about 8 feet of water. I heard a sploop behind me a few curse words from my friend. I turned around to see him looking at the water like he had just lost his best friend. Then I noticed that he did not have his rod in his hand. The casting rod and reel he had just gotten for his birthday and had been bragging about the day before at work and all morning. He stammered that he had it catch on something on the bottom and he was not hangling on real hard and it just pulled out of his hands.
After a couple of minutes He was in better spirits. He was going to get the pole back. We would cast slabs out and reel them in slowly and catch the pole. That is my buddy. Overly optimistic. Well it would not hurt to humor him and start some casting and dragging.
But you know in half an hour of this and he was big s with that rod caught on the slab.
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After a couple of minutes He was in better spirits. He was going to get the pole back. We would cast slabs out and reel them in slowly and catch the pole. That is my buddy. Overly optimistic. Well it would not hurt to humor him and start some casting and dragging.
But you know in half an hour of this and he was big s with that rod caught on the slab.
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