I was just telling Paul about my buddy who had just lost his rod while putting it down to bait his wife’s hook. ‘There goes your rod,’ she commented nonchalantly as it disappeared down into the depths while his hands were occupied. This was just 10 minutes after i had told Brent about the Russian guy who had done the same thing and lost his rod to a big cat or carp just days before. I felt like i had started a domino affect.
Paul and I were en route along the bank and I suddenly bring us to a halt. Is that a grass carp finning the top of the still waters? No, it’s not finning, actually it is not moving at all. Upon closer inspection we find it is a floating fishing rod. I tie up a husky jerk walleye lure and snag it, bring it back to shore where we find the rig is still intact and with a half an hour of drying the long lost Russian rod is usable. So i put on a Norwegian black hook and catch a monster goiter cat before giving the pole to Paul to later restore and add to his rod rack collection. Paul nailed a huge goiter cat and some others before the yank of the clock chain pulled us to leave.
As I’m loading the poles and gear Paul rounds the front of the truck and says we should take a walk about the lot because he just found a dollar bill tumble-weeding along with the southeast breeze. i find another dollar and he yells from the lucky side of the lot he’s found a five and another two singles!
good fishing day. free rod. free money.
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