So with tears in my navy blues... I decide to make my way back to the launch site with Tenant grinning like Cheshire after eating Spar Tuna in Brine.... Silently thinking to myself "whatta doff grin..." a devious plan started to form in my Keeper deprived SA BASS Brainwashed mind...
Secretly I would land the last fish of the day and I would rescue my wounded foolish pride... buwahaha.. but where..where... The wind had died down at around 17h30 and suddenly it dawned on me through the haze of fish envy..."hadnt we landed a few nice keepers at Ken's...
I shared the news with my enthusiastic crew and noted that one more spot was met with more than a little enthusiasm and I suspect the Millers "First Bass" down down may have been responsible for the more than merry spirits ...
Having had a few minutes whilst cruising to hatch my plan I decided on using my Environmentally Friendly Ozone Approved " Wind and Tide Powered" sneaker motor to effortlessly drift onto the point having warned all to keep it down in a tone bordering on rude, we bobbed ever closer with an almost deathly hush on our bobbing little duck...
A few casts later and I hooked myself a decent sized fooshie... and overthinking things ever so slightly and having hooked him good and proper I tentatively asked for the net... just a couple more winds ..dont rush it ... and with a splash ..my heart broke ...the bugger freed himself from the line .... and I felt that all too familiar rush of blood to the head... After some choice expletives.. and some irritating consolation from my new best bass buddy... I decided to let it go and bring the day to a close...
Now if only that was that... Having drifted a few hundred meters from the point... A feisty little Bass give me a series of short jerks on my dejected trusty rusty..to add insult to injury...my bleedin' heart tenant landed the fish...
Eventually with the sun sinking almost as heavily as my heart we zooted back packed up and headed off home ...my ears ringing from Heins' rendition of ..."we are the champions"
Secretly I would land the last fish of the day and I would rescue my wounded foolish pride... buwahaha.. but where..where... The wind had died down at around 17h30 and suddenly it dawned on me through the haze of fish envy..."hadnt we landed a few nice keepers at Ken's...
I shared the news with my enthusiastic crew and noted that one more spot was met with more than a little enthusiasm and I suspect the Millers "First Bass" down down may have been responsible for the more than merry spirits ...
Having had a few minutes whilst cruising to hatch my plan I decided on using my Environmentally Friendly Ozone Approved " Wind and Tide Powered" sneaker motor to effortlessly drift onto the point having warned all to keep it down in a tone bordering on rude, we bobbed ever closer with an almost deathly hush on our bobbing little duck...
A few casts later and I hooked myself a decent sized fooshie... and overthinking things ever so slightly and having hooked him good and proper I tentatively asked for the net... just a couple more winds ..dont rush it ... and with a splash ..my heart broke ...the bugger freed himself from the line .... and I felt that all too familiar rush of blood to the head... After some choice expletives.. and some irritating consolation from my new best bass buddy... I decided to let it go and bring the day to a close...
Now if only that was that... Having drifted a few hundred meters from the point... A feisty little Bass give me a series of short jerks on my dejected trusty rusty..to add insult to injury...my bleedin' heart tenant landed the fish...
Eventually with the sun sinking almost as heavily as my heart we zooted back packed up and headed off home ...my ears ringing from Heins' rendition of ..."we are the champions"