03-04-2018, 02:32 AM
Ben... I am not in “hibernation!” I am being held against my will by people with no authority to do so.
I was at Lincoln on March 1st. I had to try for my first channel cat. It was good to be back. I arrived at Lincoln Beach just after daylight. It was good to see the calm water and smell the fishy air. I walked out the north channel arm and checked the water temp... just under 60 degrees. I watched a couple of midge swarms in the frags and had a couple of skeeters get me before I could get them. It was good to be back. I watched a few carp frolicking in the shallows and hen mallard with a dozen little ones in tow as they paddled out the channel. A black mink maneuvered through the rocks along the shore as he followed them with hungry eyes. The white bass were snarffing midges off the surface of the water at the end of the channel. It was good to be back.
As I was preparing to make my first cast of the season, two serious looking gentlemen in white coats gently took me by each arm and led me back to a waiting van. I was escorted back to my residential cataholic treatment center where the van disgorged me, rather forcefully I thought, and a treatment team escorted me to a secure room with padded walls. Specific instructions were given that I was not to be in the presence of anyone with any type of fishing disorder. I was administered massive doses of anti-depressants and confined to my room until fair weather arrives. It will be good to get back.
Soon. BLK
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I was at Lincoln on March 1st. I had to try for my first channel cat. It was good to be back. I arrived at Lincoln Beach just after daylight. It was good to see the calm water and smell the fishy air. I walked out the north channel arm and checked the water temp... just under 60 degrees. I watched a couple of midge swarms in the frags and had a couple of skeeters get me before I could get them. It was good to be back. I watched a few carp frolicking in the shallows and hen mallard with a dozen little ones in tow as they paddled out the channel. A black mink maneuvered through the rocks along the shore as he followed them with hungry eyes. The white bass were snarffing midges off the surface of the water at the end of the channel. It was good to be back.
As I was preparing to make my first cast of the season, two serious looking gentlemen in white coats gently took me by each arm and led me back to a waiting van. I was escorted back to my residential cataholic treatment center where the van disgorged me, rather forcefully I thought, and a treatment team escorted me to a secure room with padded walls. Specific instructions were given that I was not to be in the presence of anyone with any type of fishing disorder. I was administered massive doses of anti-depressants and confined to my room until fair weather arrives. It will be good to get back.
Soon. BLK
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