I was talking to Josh over the weekend about signing up for the WSB jackpot
of the WCW. I figured I had time...
As it turns out, I didn't.
Tuesday morning, I was not getting all the bait I wanted. I made four pieces
and gave one squid away to someone who also puts in a lot of time and didn't
get any.
Once fishing, I dropped a squiddy down and after some maneuvering, I was starting
to get picked up. A couple of ticks, but no run. I gently pulled up my rod
and there was still pressure, so I waited. I played a little, but after no more
ticks on the clicker, I decided to check my bait. It was mauled and lifeless.
I put on my 2nd squid and dropped it down. Now I'm beginning to see hookups
all around me. Dan was hooked up on the other side of a PB, but his fish must
have really run outward, because our lines got tangled and I was no where near
him on the other side of the PB.
Well, Dan didn't freak out, threaten me or anything like that, he just cut my line.
Fair enough, he was on, I was not. I'm glad he landed that fish.
I'm down to my last bait, so I paddled to a favorable position away from the
others in the area. BAMM! My squid didn't even make it to the bottom and I'm on.
It ran away from me, so I instantly had some thoughts that this wasn't the former
"right kind". This was today's "right kind".
After several nice runs, I bring my new best friend to gaff. Weighed in at
56.4 lbs. on the OEX certified scale.
