12-30-2019, 03:03 AM
Oh, the big one I caught was almost 26", a big pup, not a monster. It weighed 5 pounds and 9 ounces. Sure made the average pups look little. Before I caught it I had been a little down about the trip; my attitude certainly brightened after that. In fact, I caught my first fish at 2:00, the second at 2:15, the big one, and the third at 2:30. I was the hare and Brett was the tortoise. At one point when we got in the shelter after dark every time my jig hit the bottom I had a fish on. We were trying for burbot at that point and I was starting to mumble under my breath about "just another laker." Ah, to have such problems. I had ten by 7:00 and when a fish swallowed the tube I was deadsticking and then got all wrapped up in my other line, I decided to take a break. I would start fishing again when Brett started catching burbot. I spent the rest of the night alternating between huddling the heater and napping on one of the bedrolls. It was fun but exhausting.
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The older I get the more I would rather be considered a good man than a good fisherman.