I had intended to sleep in today. That's what Monday is for on Memorial Day, after all. That, and an afternoon barbeque. It was not to be, however.
I awoke at 6am to the sound of screeching cars, an impact of a speeding car and a parked truck. The sirens came way too quick, though, and then there followed gunshots. GUNSHOTS? Turns out it was two backfires from the wrecked vehicle, but I didn't know that at the time.
I dove for the closet and pulled out my brand new Barrett. I headed for the front door, only to see one of my husky neighbors club a gunman with a baseball bat. Officers were already on the scene, and after quite a bit of discussion around the neighborhood everything quieted down. No actual gunshots were hurt in the incident. Turns out it was a crank warrant. Someone didn't want to go BACK to jail. (yawn)
I knew I would never get back to sleep, so I put the coffee on and grabbed a shower. No sooner was I finished with my first cup, when my beautiful cousin (recently divorced) knocks at the door. She has been given possesion of her ex-husbands truck and Bass boat and wants some help hitting the lake. Now, this kind of interrruption I can handle!
So, we head off to Beaver Lake. My cousin wanted to get some sun, on the lake, and was more then happy to let me do some fishing ('just find a spot without bugs'). No problem!
I put in at a south-side ramp and made for mid-lake. I turned west and hit a tributary that I knew had some great Bass hideouts. I dropped the drift anchor and hooked up the Rapala (Fat Rap) on my medium spinning rod. Spotting a good area with lots of submerged trees I cast right into the middle of it. For the next thirty minutes I couldn't hit anything but bluegill, perch, and smallmouth too small to even consider keeping. I was really disgusted, but I couldn't move the boat as my cousin was getting some really good sun (in the buff I might add, but she's my cousin). So, I decided I'd cast into all of the improbable areas, too.
On the very first cast I felt a tug so powerful I knew it had to be a bass. A big one too. I hadn't seen anything this big all morning, and the fish had almost immediately pulled out twenty yards of line. I set the hook, and could see the fish breach the surface some one-hundred feet further down the inlet. I increased the drag, and started playing for keeps. It took about ten minutes to land this fish. I haven't ever had such a good fight from any Bass, and it is a personal best, but it wasn't Largemouth.
It was a nine and one-half pound Smallmouth. I didn't even know they came that big! Cool.
So, we ended the day early and headed back to the family barbeque. I had released the fish, but that was okay. We had enough ribs to go around.
It turns out that was the first time the boat had been in the water. It's not really a good sun tanning boat, so my cousin is going to let me keep it (as long as she gets to come along from time-to-time), as she thinks her ex may try to steal it. Ah, well! It looks great in my driveway.
Well, you know where I'll be this summer! Table Rock is looking really good.
