Needed to feed my bass craving so I headed out to one of the local rock quarries.
I arrived at my destination, walked across the golf course, hopped the fence and made my way down to the waters edge.
Noticed a steep sloping rocky drop off leading to deep water. I casted parallel to it and got nailed by this guy
Continued walking/casting parallel to shore and saw alot of bass.
I picked up 3 more about the same size which ultimately popped off. It finally dawned on me to check my hooks. yep sure enough they were pretty dull.
Sat down and switched them out. I looked up and saw a black and white on the top of the hill coming in my direction. He stopped right above me and I heard " come on up here buddy" on the loud speaker.
I made my way up the hill and walked to his squad car. We had the typical discussion on how im not supposed to be here and how I could receive a citation and or go to jail. They asked if I had a fishing license which I handed over. The officers were really cool and even called me an asshole jokingly for being a nice guy. One of them stated that theres a lot of fish in there which I then agreed with him and explained the action I just had. I shot the sh!t with them for a bit and was off on my way ticket free.
