So I decided I needed a new pole, a new pole that had pizazz, one that spoke to me and my colorful personality. My pops and I searched for poles and then I found her. She was the right color combination and she had lights on the reel! How could you beat a pink and purple pole with lights? My Dad got the biggest kick out of it. We practiced casting in the backyard just so I wasn't rusty. Then I was off to go fishing!
I came to WV and refused to reveal my rod to my fiance and his family. We did some shopping together and I decided that fishing is one expensive hobby! WW bought me a pink and purple tackle box (unbeknownst to him it matched my pole perfectly!). I bought pretty bait in the power bait form and the lure form. I was sure the fish would appreciate my attention to detail and beauty. We were stoked!
The first fishing hole was two hours away called Blackwater. I was getting super excited. We get there set up and sat there ALL day and NO bites! I snagged so much lost many hooks, bait, and a lure. Then we headed to a hole further up. That is when the unthinkable happened. The wind knocked down my well organized OCD approved tackle box and EVERYTHING and I mean EVERYTHING dumped out into the grass. My fiance saw it happen. He felt awful, I turned around in slow motion and yelled as loud as I could, "Noooooooooooooo (and some curse words)!" I know the fish fled then. I sat there stunned and tried to re-organize my box. Ol'WW knew I needed to be left alone. Hahahaaa.
We tried and tried. Absolutely nothing. It was a defeating day and I wanted to give up. I'm a self-proclaimed pissamist and my fiance is Don freaking Quixote chasing windmills in hopes of eternal optimism. it really pisses me off, especially on a 2 hour drive back fishless and no great fish stories to tell. All I did was catch a tree....a couple of times. He swore that the next day at a lake was snag proof and he had a great feeling about catching fish there.
Blackwater Fishing Hole (blow hole is more like it)!
Day 2: Teeter Lake
We were optimistic for fishing. It was a lake supposedly snag free full of stupid elusive trout. Hopes were high. Well perhaps his hopes were high, mine were at a medium level.
Sitting there to the left of us was a guy catching them quickly and to the right a man catching a fish every hour. Us in the middle? Not a damn bite! Sat there forever. Nadda, nothing, zippo, squat, nill, zero...I was fuming mad. Ol'WW kept the faith up. Me? Not so effin much. We sat there until the sun was almost set. Nothing. I was so defeated and truly wanted to give up. Nope, Ol'WW wouldn't let me.
The best line of the day? Man to the right: "I haven't had a bite for an hour (as he reels his fish in)." Ol'WW: "Try not having an effin bite for 2 days!". Now that was the fiance I wanted! Ahahahahaha. I went home hungry, tired, hurting, and cold.
Day 3: Fishing at the Pottery in town.
Another day of a shit loads of snags and no bites. I was miffed as hell and was quitting! I didn't even bother taking pics of this joint.
Day 4: I'M NOT FISHING...just sleeping in and being lazy
Rita is acting up and I was all swollen. I hurt and I am so so so very very tired. I think we might try one last tome tomorrow and after that? Well, the trout of this state can kiss my ass! I will stick to bass fishing.
On a happier and fishless note, I am working on my submission for the "Show Us Your Hands" book that I was accepted into. Apparently I was asked to join because of my fiance! Ahahahaha! We went back to our engagement spot and took some pictures of our hands. That was a nice afternoon.
I took a picture of driftwood at the falls. This is probably the type of shit we were snagging on everywhere we went.
Has anyone noticed no photos of any fish? Ahahahaha. Ugh, so frustrating!