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Hollylane · 06-09-2013, 05:31 PM

6 hours of fishing at Henry Hagg Lake, 5.75 of those hours were without a nibble, and 4 of those hours I was alone out there.

At 4 hours in, some jerk showed up with his very loud family, including a small child, who despite the screeching coming from his mom every 2.7 seconds, continued tossing large rocks into the lake next to me. The male specimen went on and on about how his wife would never catch anything with her "girly pink pole" (trust me, it wasn't the pole keeping her from catching fish, it was the loud, and uncouth mouth on her that was scaring fish from the area along with her son's help), and casting his line diagonally over where my line was already set. To add to my annoyance, he had a sinker on his gear, that was so heavy, it sounded and looked like he had tossed a baseball in each time he cast.

It was an effort to keep my overly honest mouth closed for that 1.75 hours, but the pay off came, when I caught the only fish of the morning (with about 20 people with lines in the water), with my very pink fishing pole, and pink power bait. I dispatched the unlucky fish quickly and humanely, cleaned it, packed it into ice, packed up my gear, and left with a gigantic smile on my face. He wasn't smiling.

06-09-2013, 05:31 PM	#14825
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,361 Times in 5,875 Posts Rep Power: 21474862	6 hours of fishing at Henry Hagg Lake, 5.75 of those hours were without a nibble, and 4 of those hours I was alone out there. At 4 hours in, some jerk showed up with his very loud family, including a small child, who despite the screeching coming from his mom every 2.7 seconds, continued tossing large rocks into the lake next to me. The male specimen went on and on about how his wife would never catch anything with her "girly pink pole" (trust me, it wasn't the pole keeping her from catching fish, it was the loud, and uncouth mouth on her that was scaring fish from the area along with her son's help), and casting his line diagonally over where my line was already set. To add to my annoyance, he had a sinker on his gear, that was so heavy, it sounded and looked like he had tossed a baseball in each time he cast. It was an effort to keep my overly honest mouth closed for that 1.75 hours, but the pay off came, when I caught the only fish of the morning (with about 20 people with lines in the water), with my very pink fishing pole, and pink power bait. I dispatched the unlucky fish quickly and humanely, cleaned it, packed it into ice, packed up my gear, and left with a gigantic smile on my face. He wasn't smiling.