Billy V
01-01-2012, 02:39 PM
Sometimes sh!t happens at precisely the right moment - its rare, but if your lucky the sun may shine on your a$$ once in a great while.
-So there I was anchored up on just the right gps spot. Flylining 2 rods off the stern corners with a balloon set up floating down the middle.
The current was down and in, and everything was exactly in the position I wanted..... when all of a sudden what comes along ???
An ecotour of 12 tandem kayaks paddling out of the reserve and heading right through my spectra flylines.
-Ain't that a son-of a-btch.
Figuring that these knuckle heads weren't blind, and could see my large white balloon, I held all lines in position..... but nooo, these dbags were going to tempt fate and forged on.
-Just then- as the first of the ecoPeople approached Kelp Cutter 1 with the armada in tow behind him.... The Balloon goes off! Screaming reel!
I shout, "Here We Go!" 2 seconds later I engage the reel and set the big 7/0 hook. Total bendo on the Seeker 670, drag screaming, spectra whistling, and running just outside the kelp line I had a high degree of confidence this would be good. - I hand off the rod and begin clearing the flylines.
The armada chokes up! Panic stricken, and nowhere to go. I could hear someone giving directions, "Turn this Way" , "Paddle over here" , but it was useless as they were frozen in the time.
-At that very moment a full grown knot head comes bounding out of the water in spectacular fashion. "Holy Sh!t" , I said to myself, this is beautiful.
Poetic justice.
This thing must have been part Marlin because he made several full body breaches right there - front row center for the ecoPeople to see.
-I could hear the mewlings from some of the patrons of the sea. The expressions of horror:eek: that will not soon be forgotten:D
The glazed look of shock upon their face, as if death were approaching each and every one of them individually.
Priceless.:)
My fishing partner said to me, "He's going to spool me" .... as I watched the the faces of the audience who were transfixed on the acrobat mammal.
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I asked for the rod back and pushed the lever to full, nothing happened, I couldn't break him. So I pinned both thumbs on the spool and pointed the rod at the dog.
Snap! the fluro lets go, and I say to the crowd.
"Shows Over Folks, and that Concludes Our Tour.
Thank You for Coming."
-So there I was anchored up on just the right gps spot. Flylining 2 rods off the stern corners with a balloon set up floating down the middle.
The current was down and in, and everything was exactly in the position I wanted..... when all of a sudden what comes along ???
An ecotour of 12 tandem kayaks paddling out of the reserve and heading right through my spectra flylines.
-Ain't that a son-of a-btch.
Figuring that these knuckle heads weren't blind, and could see my large white balloon, I held all lines in position..... but nooo, these dbags were going to tempt fate and forged on.
-Just then- as the first of the ecoPeople approached Kelp Cutter 1 with the armada in tow behind him.... The Balloon goes off! Screaming reel!
I shout, "Here We Go!" 2 seconds later I engage the reel and set the big 7/0 hook. Total bendo on the Seeker 670, drag screaming, spectra whistling, and running just outside the kelp line I had a high degree of confidence this would be good. - I hand off the rod and begin clearing the flylines.
The armada chokes up! Panic stricken, and nowhere to go. I could hear someone giving directions, "Turn this Way" , "Paddle over here" , but it was useless as they were frozen in the time.
-At that very moment a full grown knot head comes bounding out of the water in spectacular fashion. "Holy Sh!t" , I said to myself, this is beautiful.
Poetic justice.
This thing must have been part Marlin because he made several full body breaches right there - front row center for the ecoPeople to see.
-I could hear the mewlings from some of the patrons of the sea. The expressions of horror:eek: that will not soon be forgotten:D
The glazed look of shock upon their face, as if death were approaching each and every one of them individually.
Priceless.:)
My fishing partner said to me, "He's going to spool me" .... as I watched the the faces of the audience who were transfixed on the acrobat mammal.
-----------
I asked for the rod back and pushed the lever to full, nothing happened, I couldn't break him. So I pinned both thumbs on the spool and pointed the rod at the dog.
Snap! the fluro lets go, and I say to the crowd.
"Shows Over Folks, and that Concludes Our Tour.
Thank You for Coming."