stinkyattic
09-04-2007, 06:38 PM
We Americans had a holiday this past weekend- anyone do something fun?
I was thinking the weekend was going to suck major booty- Sunday afternoon I was moping around the house, I'd done all the housework I could handle, walked the dog twice, spent the previous day running errands, and was going, oh shit, what a waste of a 3 day weekend.
So I called my fishing buddy/ sorta boyfriend to see if he wanted to go fishing. I'm thinking just head down to the river, smoke some smokes, have a couple beers, chill, be home by dark, have dinner, nothing too exciting. He's like, HELLS yeah, I'll be over in an hour or so.
So all my fishing gear is in the back of my car, which is conveniently parked across town at a friend's house who I'd lent it to. Donk shows up and I'm like, I need to go get my shit. He's like, well what, you've only got an ultralight rig, right? Yup. He said, hey, I've got plenty of equipment in the back of my car, let's just get moving!
I looked in the back seat and all that was there was surf rods... WTF, I said, it's all ocean gear, there's nothing that big in the Deerfield river! And he gives me that Donk look (the same one I had last seen about 5 minutes before clambaking that damn canoe, lol) and grins and goes, NOPE!
Anyway I ran inside and grabbed a sweatshirt and my new Trumystic cd and off we went to Rhode Island. We hit 4 spots that evening, and fished the last spot until 3 in the morning- the bluefish were running and the moon was really bright. It was a perfect night, breezy but not too cold, with perfect stars in a clear sky.
We slept on the beach until it got too cold, then in the car for another couple hours, got up before all the good spots on the breakwater were taken, and fished there until we were too hungry to see straight. People were bringing up these gorgeous fat 20" bluefish and even some stripers. After lunch (fried clam bellies and Harpoon IPA, the perfect meal) we hit up another couple spots and drove around for a while before giving up and coming home in time to shower and crash the FUCK out at 8.
We actually didn't catch a damn thing but whatever, it was a GREAT trip. For not having made any holiday plans, I could not have even asked for a more perfect long weekend.
I was thinking the weekend was going to suck major booty- Sunday afternoon I was moping around the house, I'd done all the housework I could handle, walked the dog twice, spent the previous day running errands, and was going, oh shit, what a waste of a 3 day weekend.
So I called my fishing buddy/ sorta boyfriend to see if he wanted to go fishing. I'm thinking just head down to the river, smoke some smokes, have a couple beers, chill, be home by dark, have dinner, nothing too exciting. He's like, HELLS yeah, I'll be over in an hour or so.
So all my fishing gear is in the back of my car, which is conveniently parked across town at a friend's house who I'd lent it to. Donk shows up and I'm like, I need to go get my shit. He's like, well what, you've only got an ultralight rig, right? Yup. He said, hey, I've got plenty of equipment in the back of my car, let's just get moving!
I looked in the back seat and all that was there was surf rods... WTF, I said, it's all ocean gear, there's nothing that big in the Deerfield river! And he gives me that Donk look (the same one I had last seen about 5 minutes before clambaking that damn canoe, lol) and grins and goes, NOPE!
Anyway I ran inside and grabbed a sweatshirt and my new Trumystic cd and off we went to Rhode Island. We hit 4 spots that evening, and fished the last spot until 3 in the morning- the bluefish were running and the moon was really bright. It was a perfect night, breezy but not too cold, with perfect stars in a clear sky.
We slept on the beach until it got too cold, then in the car for another couple hours, got up before all the good spots on the breakwater were taken, and fished there until we were too hungry to see straight. People were bringing up these gorgeous fat 20" bluefish and even some stripers. After lunch (fried clam bellies and Harpoon IPA, the perfect meal) we hit up another couple spots and drove around for a while before giving up and coming home in time to shower and crash the FUCK out at 8.
We actually didn't catch a damn thing but whatever, it was a GREAT trip. For not having made any holiday plans, I could not have even asked for a more perfect long weekend.