Fishing has been rough the last few outings. I haven't eaten this much shit since I started fly fishing. I can't believe how many skunks I've encountered in the last few outings. The usual suspect and I fished Prado. This is, at least on paper, spawning season for bass but with all this on again off again weather, the bass must be confused. It seems every time a bass is ready to bust a load, mother nature splashes cold water at it's boner. It's been making fishing harder than a twelve year old at the playboy mansion.
Being a stubborn son of a bitch, I didn't listen to Chul and fish a floating line but rather my 150 grain line. Perhaps that is the reason he got a fish and I left stinking of the skunk. Rough day for the both of us but Chul managed a quality 2 pounder after about a gazillion casts. I had about two gazillion casts and caught a child's sock that I initially thought was a magnum sized condom. Either way I didn't want to be touching it.
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