Yup those darn beavers. I to thought someone was throwing rocks in the water. After walking the shoreline a million times to find who was being a jerk I finally realized it was just a beaver. man is that sound lound at night when all is calm.
Used to fish the Cannonsville Res. in NY at night for bullhead. People that would fish there during the day for browns would toss any carp they caught onto the bank. Well, this would draw the black bears in to feed on the carcasses. They were always pretty good at sneaking up close on us in the wee hours of the morning!! The slightest snap of a twig would scare the tar out of us!
Yeah we bears like to scare dogs like you , too tough to eat though
It dosen't have to be late at night for the creepy crawlers to hit. Was out earlier this evening for some catfish. I got plenty but that not the story. It had been one of those days when you see a guy backing his van into your truck and you just say go on you A hole bam, sorry I didn't see you, well pay attention! and that was a good part of the day. So I'm out gettin cat after cat and drinkin' a beer. I opened 4 cause I figured that I might need a few +1. The cats have made the switch from cut bait to chicken livers that's why I opened the beers before I baited up. Don't want to accidentally ingest anything worse than medical waste, come to think of it, you should have to have a lisence to use chicken livers. Anyway, I get the lanterns lighted in between fish and finish a beer before tossing out the next round. The first rod goes fine but, just as I am about to fire the second a big a$$ mosquito bites my neck I lurch and feel the fragile liver pull off my hook, I vaguely hear it land behind me but am too annoyed to pay attention. Before I rebait I get out the Cutter. Probably a bad move because it acts like mosquito viagra and the little pricks were worse than ever. Loss of blood was beginning to take its toll. I flirted with changing my screen name to Wes Nyle for a moment but was brought back to reality by the rather large peice of debris in the huge swallow of beer I undertook. I immediately assumed that it was a garden slug, no problem, a little slimey protien isn't lethal is it? It was right about then that I remembered the chicken liver that flew off on my cast. So here I am getting ready to write my last will and testement, hoping to make it to my 50th birthday. Meanwhile Oprahman is sitting under some tiki hut drinking Sloegin Fizzes watching mosquitoes get zapped in the bug zapper. How Was your Day?FM
It was right about then that I remembered the chicken liver that flew off on my cast. So here I am getting ready to write my last will and testement, hoping to make it to my 50th birthday. How Was your Day?FM