Dirty
09-27-2009, 06:00 PM
I went fishing today with the fisherman formally known as Kechika, and as UltramagBob, and probably countless others that the mods don't know about. :roll:
At any rate we took with us another member, Deer Whisperer, who had never been fishing for sturgeon before. He was pretty excited to come with us, because he hasn't had many male role models in his life. Especially cool ones like me and The Swede.
So we launched the boat and went up the river. We fished one spot and missed some fish. Then we went to another spot and started to get a few. We got a 6 footer and four 3 footers. Then we got sick of playing with small fish and tried another spot.
The other spot sucked, it was windy, and we weren't getting any bites. I was second guessing leaving the other other spot looking for a trophy fish. Sometimes though, if you want to get a trophy you have to pass on sturgeon that will haunt your dreams, and make you cry. So I sucked it up and quit being a princess like Deer Whisperer.
Then suddenly The Swede exclaimed, Deer Whisperer your rod. It was getting hammered. When I mean hammered, HAMMERED. It was getting hammered harder than the camp cooks at some of the guide camps, especially the ones Riverboatfantasy frequents.
So Deer Whisper set forth into a mighty hookset. The hookset was indeed mighty, after we lectured him about a previous limp wristed hookset. THe fish took off and jumped.
WE WERE SHOCKED IT WAS HUGE. Then it proceeded to jump 2 more times in blistering runs. We dropped the anchor and fought it. Deer Whisperer got tired, so I fought it, and The Swede tended the boat. It jumped again.
Finally after an approximate 45 minute battle we landed it at shore.
It was huge and white, like The Swede.
The hook was buried way up inside its mouth. I stuck my hand up there and it clamped its mouth down. My hand was stuck, it wouldn't let go. I was panicking, but Deer Whisperer had an idea. He heard it worked on pitbulls, so it shoulda worked on a huge sturgeon. He petted it inappropriately. Then it let me go.
So we proceeded to take many pics. It was a beauty. We released it unharmed. Then mingled with the massive crowd that gathered. Large breasted woman were trying to climb in the boat, but we beat them away.
To celebrate we took Deer Whisperer into a back slough and had spit roast.
That is all. Pictures to follow. The suspense will be thrilling.
At any rate we took with us another member, Deer Whisperer, who had never been fishing for sturgeon before. He was pretty excited to come with us, because he hasn't had many male role models in his life. Especially cool ones like me and The Swede.
So we launched the boat and went up the river. We fished one spot and missed some fish. Then we went to another spot and started to get a few. We got a 6 footer and four 3 footers. Then we got sick of playing with small fish and tried another spot.
The other spot sucked, it was windy, and we weren't getting any bites. I was second guessing leaving the other other spot looking for a trophy fish. Sometimes though, if you want to get a trophy you have to pass on sturgeon that will haunt your dreams, and make you cry. So I sucked it up and quit being a princess like Deer Whisperer.
Then suddenly The Swede exclaimed, Deer Whisperer your rod. It was getting hammered. When I mean hammered, HAMMERED. It was getting hammered harder than the camp cooks at some of the guide camps, especially the ones Riverboatfantasy frequents.
So Deer Whisper set forth into a mighty hookset. The hookset was indeed mighty, after we lectured him about a previous limp wristed hookset. THe fish took off and jumped.
WE WERE SHOCKED IT WAS HUGE. Then it proceeded to jump 2 more times in blistering runs. We dropped the anchor and fought it. Deer Whisperer got tired, so I fought it, and The Swede tended the boat. It jumped again.
Finally after an approximate 45 minute battle we landed it at shore.
It was huge and white, like The Swede.
The hook was buried way up inside its mouth. I stuck my hand up there and it clamped its mouth down. My hand was stuck, it wouldn't let go. I was panicking, but Deer Whisperer had an idea. He heard it worked on pitbulls, so it shoulda worked on a huge sturgeon. He petted it inappropriately. Then it let me go.
So we proceeded to take many pics. It was a beauty. We released it unharmed. Then mingled with the massive crowd that gathered. Large breasted woman were trying to climb in the boat, but we beat them away.
To celebrate we took Deer Whisperer into a back slough and had spit roast.
That is all. Pictures to follow. The suspense will be thrilling.