Okay Lake Murray, I take back every negative thing I ever said about you. You redeemed yourself tonight. Even thought you've skunked me the last twenty times I've tried my luck in your waters, this one made up for it. Tonight's score makes up for all that bullshit in the past. Can we start over?
Sunday night I fished Murray for an hour or so after visiting my Pops:
Monday night I fished Murray for an hour or so after I got off work:
Tuesday night, me and Z fished S.P. for a few hours:
Me and Z_______0
Tonight I brought the tunes with me and wasn't expecting to even get a bump. Third cast and BOOM! This guy hit really hard, like he was one hungry MF. I didn't even have my backpack off yet. Shit! What am I gonna do here? It's either land this bastard and not get a picture, or somehow reel this fucker in while reaching for the camera in the backpack. Well...
I almost had to rip the backpack off of me, threw it to the ground (while keeping tension on the line) opened it up with my one free hand, grabbed the camera, and snapped a pic before this poor bastard suffocated. I love challenges! Fishing by myself isn't so bad until I wanna get a picture of the score.
Needless to say, I pulled it off. I landed this guy, snapped a pic, and had enough time to get him back in the water before he was belly up. I wanna catch this guy again! The one thing that I didn't pull off was not spilling my beer. Oh well. Life is full of trade offs I guess.
My first bass @ Murray:
This is also the first time I've seen a bass with brown eyes. Kinda cool if you ask me.
When the excitement was over, I cracked a beer, lit a smoke and turned up the radio to bask in the gasm. Let The Good Times Roll was on the radio and that pretty much did it for me.
Let 'em keep rollin' indeed!