I have frequently gazed at the Lake below the concrete Pond and thought, If I'm going to get skunked anyway, and can also do it to the competent authority of the water. There is nothing more depressing this getting not bites while fishing in a container of water with the Lifeguard watch square my every movement.
So made premedytacj? My crime and packed and needed in my backpack and led to the Park. On the right instead of left and went as far as I could before the fence closed roads. And truck stop and slipped to a brush with my rod and may head as limited. After walking for literally miles through the swamp I finally my way to the actual Lake. Keep in mind that I may have walked directly to him and parked in the first batch. But he was a criminal offence and to the calculator back! Much more exciting, if not stupid.
On my route by swamp I found a rustic campsite, without a doubt, made by the locals. Was empty cans bud light, a condom used hanging from the log and a pair of jagged undies pink hanging from a branch. Wow. What a great place to drink and ****, I think. Hot, must have been it.
When I reached Lake stunned on beauty and the family. I found a small opening where I had just a place to toss My lineout in a half-assed. My device has been the home of earthworms grown from my city provided (Glendale) compost bin with barrel weight and rotational 3 ft line. I was certain that I would be slamming fish within minutes. I was disappointed when nothing happened, but not surprised. At one point a huge fish, which looked like carp leaped out of the water only from my range casting and belly flopped again. Almost as if to spite me.
I made the decision to move in a more convenient place and began to move the brush when I heard the engine ATV in the distance. Quickly got and paused, as I heard the propulsion of the vehicle down the path of dirt just above me. Without a doubt, this is The Man hunting me like an animal. After he passed he seemed safe and feed on. How do I ducked under the branches and made my way to the opening by the path of dirt I heard loud talking and laughing in a nearby site. Froze and slightly turned on to see the ATV and its passengers parked in the Lake. Was approximately 50 ft for them. They may not see me. Slowly crept back to cover and waited, hoping'd leave. But didn t. Laughed and talked loudly. Unable to create a word they were saying. It was annoying and I was imprisoned.
I decided to wait out. Finally, after about 30 minutes, I heard ATV run and drive back down the path above me. And low laid down for a while, and then made My Move. When I arrived at the opening and was excited. It was more than enough space to reflect and even Lifeguard rescue surfboard close to where I needed to paddle and spare My line with branch. Like and cast for the first time, and again, he heard the ATV for me.
My soul was crushed and I felt Great panic. For the moment I think that running in the brush, but was however, quite. Just stood there and continue fishing until the Lifeguard rama, by itself this time and informed me that he was not allowed to fish on the Lake. So I left. I walked back to my truck, which was now, at least one and a half kilometre from the hotel and drove home, skunked again. I have unfinished business on the spot and afraid that must return some day.
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