Trying to get more into the swing of things and fish a little. Taco Tuesday has been a limiting factor.
Got a text from Tom suggesting it might be a good night last night so I skipped my second job and met him at the bar for a couple pre fishing drinks and a bite to eat.
He had previewed several local spots. We chose the one judged as pristine.
Things must have changed on the rising tide as there was a bunch of weeds on the shoreline and a couple sea monsters in the surf. Not bad, but not pristine.
Got set up and took my first cast with a chunk of mackerel.
Sitting, relaxing, and my rod bends and clicker screams. WTH? its been 10 minutes and I'm on? Can't believe it.
Grab my rod and start to tighten up, but there is no pressure. Reel like hell to take up slack and now its on.
Nice run, followed by slack line. Thought I lost it, but reeled in quick and came tight once again. Classic leopard rushing the beach. Whatever. Still nice to pull on something.
Inattention and miscommunication lead to a small tangle, followed by a lecture on watch your line.
Tom made the tail grab and landed my fish. Soupie. Nice. Been too long. Probably would come around more often if I hit the beach instead of the brewery once in awhile.
Fish had a big gash on one side and a small wound on the other. Love bite? or did I manage to snatch it from the mouth of something bigger? Can't say.
Told Tom I might as well go home as it was my first cast and the curse is real. Hung around anyway just because.
As it turns out I not only cursed myself, but Tom and the rest of the sea as we never had another hit, or even a definitely chewed bait for the next 3 hours.
Hit the road and made last call for a quick one on the way home. Managed to find my regular trivia teammates still there basking in their victory. Guess they didn't need me after all.