Friday, February 6, 2015

Using My Noodle

     Yes I have been out with the noodle rod.  Outside of nearly falling off the pier each time I cast it, things are going well.  Don't know if it's my advancing years and lack of balance or I'm just so darned strong I fling it too hard.  Probably the former seasoned with a touch of fear I'll become one with the fishes 'cause of a slight misstep.  When casting I'm never exactly sure where my leading foot will come down.  I'm hoping for concrete but can't look down and throw a spinner at the same time.  Guess multi-tasking is a thing of the past.
     The weather's supposed to warm over the next few days.  Fish like warm.  So do I.  Warm is good.  Might even heat the water enough to activate the fish.   Don't know what I'd do should I catch something.  Most likely panic.  Each time out I have no expectations of catching but come prepared should I get lucky (unlucky?).  Needle nose, forceps, handgun and claw hammer.  All the usual.  Maybe I should bring my copy of "Now That You've Caught It, What the Heck is It?"  There's things out there in salt water I don't want to know about.  Scary things that eat people or at least cause near death level pain.  The intent of the book is to let me know whether I want to handle what I've caught or simply cut the line.  Good thing there's an Urgent Care just up the road.
      Might even give night fishing a try.  There's a whole series of sturdy concrete poles on the pier.   Tie myself off and I'd be invincible.

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