Well call me biased but I call this a "spaceout" story instead of a goog story, mostly because Im telling it on myself
. Only thing I want understood is that I was operating on next to no sleep and this occured at roughly hour 42 or 43 of that stretch
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So Im at the east end and had picked up one of those Quarrow rods at Mikes in Wareham. Also while in there I bought a used combo he was selling. So I decide to try the new rod and the Ahab reel out for a few casts.
Seems reasonable right?
Well Id like to think that ordinarlily Id have at least checked the line beforehand, since I tear off the first 3-4 feet of mono after every time I trout fish I pretty much know Id at least have checked it ordinarily. But I take a light cast without all that. Rod feels nice, reel seems nice too. So second cast I decide to step into a cast in 3 feet or so of water. Well as my luck at that point had it, the line parts just at or just above the 3 oz popper Im tossing and I see that fly off out of the right corner of my eye. The horror comes tho that this was only halfway thru the cast and before Id released, and with all the energy going the rod tip decides to seperate and make this lovely 25 foot parabula into the water in front of me. Luckily its about 7 sunday night and I wasnt into walking so Im fishing the last bit of low tide beach to the left of Pips in front of the jetty, so the rod tip is at least out of the main current. The top goes under but then bobs back up, with Im guessing the weight of the guides keeping it perfectly straight up in the water. Now of course, Im saying to myself...what are the stinking chances of both that happening on a single cast.......all the while also thinking what a moron I am for not checking the line. But Im watching the rod tip move slowly east as well as slowly move in towards me. Only trouble is that for it to make in to me its going to take till after dark. So now Im wondering how long hypothermia takes to set into a 48 year old body since it looks like Im going swimming. I also think to myself at least no one has come down the channel at a fast pace and thrown up some waves. Which of course jinxes me because here he comes now.
And yes the wake swamps the 4-5 inches of the rod tips ferrule and body that was above water and it sinks out of sight 20 plus feet out from where Im wading, now really pissing me off. Well theres my original stupidity as well as the bad luck out of the way. Guy next to me loans me his snag hook but its homemade with a double twist of tin core solder and not nearly heavy enough to try and toss out so I hike back to the truck both fuming in general and pissed at myself
Get my bunker snag out of the truck and get back and while I had marked where I had seen it go down I had no idea how much it might have traveled horizontally. Well something finally went right(one way to put it I guess) since I snagged the tip on the first cast and hauled it in.
lol.....all due to lack of sleep......thats my story and Im sticking to it.
...it finally happened, there are no more secret spots
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