Surf was still up a bit and the chopped salad has been an issue, so Squatch and I called it before even going down to the beach. I needed a fix and needed to get out of the house, so I went to Santee Lakes to try and get in on the big trout stocking they had late last week. I didn't hear much about the tagged fish or the 8 pounders they released so I was hopeful.
I saw most of the pelican's were on lake 4, so that's where I decided to set up. Soon as I got to where the pelicans were, they took off and I watched them slowly swim around the lake.
As they got near my lines, my powerbait rod doubled over! Fish on! I grabbed the rod out of the holder and he was gone... ugh.... Reeled in a squished power bait and no idea how the treble hook didn't stick...
Just after I recast, I saw the birds looking awfully hard at something in front of my rods!
Then my floating nightcrawler rod doubled over! I was only 1 step away from grabbing the rod and the line went slack... UGH!!! Missed another! Reeled in the worm and all the air was squished out of him, so I put on some fresh baits.
I saw some fish surface, so I threw a bobber and worm out to them, but no takers. Triple d!cking the next 2 hours lead to a big old Santee Lakes skunking, which is quite normal in my experience.
Anywho... that was it. The Ranger kicked us out and I went home to a nice dinner and bed. Now, here I am again at work with a pile a paperwork with about a thousand sticky notes attached. Ugh....
Well, thanks for reading.
Until next time, Peace.
