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I launched side-by-side this morning, forum member PIPELAYER graciously allowing me to launch first while he readied his rig. It was great visiting with you PIPELAYER. Todd grabbed the front seat and off we went, like old times. It was absolute pandemonium, just like old times!
This is close quarters fishing at its finest, two big Texans in a 10’ buggy. Todd started boating fish right away and I could tell he was going to run away with the fish count unless I did something. Since I can’t outfish him, I did everything else. I cast on top of him, I fouled him on my back cast, I squeaked my seat, I waited for him to make a long cast and then moved the boat. None of this was working and he continued to boat fish after fish.
He was throwing a vibrating jig and I tried to keep pace with a KVD 1.5. I was getting strikes but my treble hook bait couldn’t match the hook up ratio of the vibrating jig. Todd was executing flawlessly, boating nearly everything that bit: crappie, tiny cutie-pies and a four-and-a-half hammer that inhaled his beaver.
I took him over to a lay down I rarely visit and anchored up. Todd was anxious to get a crack at this one. He boated a nice fun-fish on his first cast and we each were able to get some fish from the cover. We were both throwing caution to the wind to add to our counts. He had caught twice as many fish and I was desperate. We were dropping right in to the wood or throwing over and dragging back. Todd got bumped and executed his patented “pop set.” His rod bent double and the drag was squealing as a monster double wrapped him around the trunk and snapped his line. His anguish was evident, and I resolved to treat him fairly for the rest of day.
We hung up repeatedly sometimes both of us at the same time and at one point three rods were snagged up. I patiently moved the boat in and out to retrieve lures from the lay down. We squeezed every last fish from that tree and moved on. Todd had to leave at eleven to cook Easter dinner. The fish seemed to be biting good and the weather was nice so I decide to stay. I made some minor adjustments to my lures and locations and I was on ’em. I wound up catching and surpassing Todd’s twenty fish day, but I did not beat his four point five pound hoss. Off at 3PM.
This is close quarters fishing at its finest, two big Texans in a 10’ buggy. Todd started boating fish right away and I could tell he was going to run away with the fish count unless I did something. Since I can’t outfish him, I did everything else. I cast on top of him, I fouled him on my back cast, I squeaked my seat, I waited for him to make a long cast and then moved the boat. None of this was working and he continued to boat fish after fish.
He was throwing a vibrating jig and I tried to keep pace with a KVD 1.5. I was getting strikes but my treble hook bait couldn’t match the hook up ratio of the vibrating jig. Todd was executing flawlessly, boating nearly everything that bit: crappie, tiny cutie-pies and a four-and-a-half hammer that inhaled his beaver.
I took him over to a lay down I rarely visit and anchored up. Todd was anxious to get a crack at this one. He boated a nice fun-fish on his first cast and we each were able to get some fish from the cover. We were both throwing caution to the wind to add to our counts. He had caught twice as many fish and I was desperate. We were dropping right in to the wood or throwing over and dragging back. Todd got bumped and executed his patented “pop set.” His rod bent double and the drag was squealing as a monster double wrapped him around the trunk and snapped his line. His anguish was evident, and I resolved to treat him fairly for the rest of day.
We hung up repeatedly sometimes both of us at the same time and at one point three rods were snagged up. I patiently moved the boat in and out to retrieve lures from the lay down. We squeezed every last fish from that tree and moved on. Todd had to leave at eleven to cook Easter dinner. The fish seemed to be biting good and the weather was nice so I decide to stay. I made some minor adjustments to my lures and locations and I was on ’em. I wound up catching and surpassing Todd’s twenty fish day, but I did not beat his four point five pound hoss. Off at 3PM.
