Fishing the pickeral drift makes me wish for death.
We went out yesterday morning...
The wind was up which fucked up the 'drift'. Most the little tin boats can compensate by "back-trolling" but Gerrys boat is way too big for that possibility.
Its high profile acts like a kite and in order to maintain contact with the bottom we have to use pencil lead the size of downriggin canon balls...
This is not finesse fishing and is about as enjoyable to me as a kick in the jewels.
But we hammered them...it is not hard fishing...
...and the end result was once again 'A thing of Beauty...'.. 'is a joy forever'
...but four in the morning comes very early.
I would like to have a slave that I could send out to catch my fish for me...maybe a work release program with the local prison.
Just a thought.
Working a ton this week but a little vacation is looming and it is my light at the end of this very dark and irritating tunnel.
Work has been a freak show lately...there truly are some fucked up people out there.
This weekend should be a gong show.
God help me