Fishing Hard

Me and the Captain took in a day of supposed bass fishing out at Priest today. I say supposed "bass" fishing because, when the bass shut down after drive-time, then we change gears and fish for shell-crackers, crappie, or catfish and yes, even carp.

Dude, we ain't proud, we came to fish.

At one point we had bologna and cheddar cheese suspended under a float, We also used some ham and swiss, and also some freaking de-hydrated minnows, something I hadn't seen or tried before.

I used to carp fish with a guy from Alabama that would make up his own home-brew carp-bait from the most amazing amalgam of ingredients. Here is a partial list and it went something like this:

1. Jello, usually a red flavor.
2. Cocoa Crispies or Fruit Loops
3. Canned Corn
4. Molasses or choclate syrup
5. Cheese is good.

Mush it all together with your hands in a five-gallon bucket. Then put the lid on it and place it in the middle of your yard where the sun can beat on it all day. A couple of days is just fine too, if you've got the time. I'm pretty sure that there was some sort of fermantation proceess invoked by these actions, because the funk that withered your nostril hairs when you took the lid off that bucket was tear inducing.

Use the biggest hook you got in your bag and make up a big fist-full around your hook. Heave it out and let it lay on the bottom. Prepare to catch carp.

We caught the shit out of some carp with that bait.

Word.

PWA