Keep Fishin'
Some streaks are good and some streaks are bad. Winning streaks are great and records for futility are bad. Some streaks can't go on forever and some streaks CAN'T go on forever can they? I once again failed to catch a salmon at the fishing camp despite the fact that they were all over the place.
As per usual, the one thing I did catch was a buzz. We arrived on Monday at around 7pm. We got in about an hour of fishing before tucking in for dinner. Shortly thereafter I decided it would be a good idea to crack a bottle of Sailor Jerry's. Earwitness accounts have us calling it a night sometime around 5, about an hour before the good fishing starts. I did not roll out of bed until 12:30 at which point I swore that the boys were playing a trick on me. It was then I decided that Sailor Jerry's is banned from the fishing camp; at least when I'm there. Little Forks is a prolific fishing camp but it is next to impossible to catch a salmon from a bunk. There were a few fish caught but thankfully, for this selfish prick, unlike last year not everyone but Randy and I caught fish. The water is still high which means there was a lot more water to cover but they were jumping all over the place. When I wasn't in bed, I was fishing pretty hard. It would appear that I'm just a little bit snake-bitten. But I am comfortable in my role as the lovable loser of Little Forks Lodge.
As usual Malcolm and Kevin kept us entertained and as always, despite the streak, we had a great time. As they say "A bad day fishing is still better than a good day at work".
Pact out.
Labels: Little Forks, Miramichi
posted by Vitamin S @ 5:29 p.m.
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