Weekend Googin Storys

[backbeach]

I had one fishing near me a few years ago on the Canal by the RR bridge. I hooked a short bass, and as I was unhooking it with my custombuilt Lami plugging rod under my arm, I hear, "Whoosh, Crack!" next to my head. Numbnut had "sidearmed" a cast head high that crushed one of my Dynaflow guides against the blank, saving my face though... I wanted to throttle him with his Ocean state job lot white telephone pole surf rod, but this dude looked like he just jumped the fence from a prison or mental hospital... When I told my Dad he got on my case for letting anyone get that close, cause one of his old buddies used to spend alot of time fishing the Canal til one night he saw someone lose an eye to an eelskin rig. Now, NO ONE gets that close to me- and I pay attention to whos is nearby esp when landing fish, which brings out the worst in Googans

[backbeach]

The best Googans are found when the blues come into Plymouth harbor and they congregate on the jetty. I saw one guy fishing a rod minus the tip top, half spool of KMart blue mono. He gets a pu on a pogy chunk and cranks down on the drag, rod doubles- friend screams for him to loosen drag. When he backs it off he doesn't stop till the drag knob flies off- falling in the rock crevice. Then the spool, spinning God knows what RPM, jumps off and hits the ground, line still smoking off- the spool looks like a ball in a pinball machine,zinging from rock to rock, accompanied by the clink, clank, clunk of aluminum on granite. I almost peed myself laughing when the spool finally shot up to the gathering guide and the line popped.