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It is a longer story than we have time to tell.
My daughter gave me a strike king slab slammer crainkbait for a gift.
It was hot pink.
She thought it was funny. I thought it was perfect- in so many ways.
The morning was cold.
My line guides were icing every cast.
I beg an near a bridge, drove to a dock, then settled on the dink farm.
It has been said, by me at least, that confidence is our most precious commodity. The tank was all but empty,
Slow poking that slab slammer took work. It dives to 8'. I was tring to
Trying to work it around 12 or 18". Getting it to hover, wag, and dart is like being a mime, silently
framing a picture.
I was afraid to lose the lure.
I laid it past the outfall portal, and commenced the cha cha cha
Last edited by bigjeffie (Dec-27-13 12:39AM)
I got thumped......good one. Four pound line drama time....just keep tension and please dont break. It was a beautiful fish, a solid three pounds, but hooked deeply.
I got lucky and freed the trebles.
I was amazed. In this water, on this day, I catch this fish, in this way.
I turn it loose, retied, and caught another one just like it on the next cast.
We played slow and steady all the way in, then just as I began to bend down, it shook off.
I always say I would rather lose one than hook it badly and kill it.
Hot pink is now the go to color! Nice story...glad you got 'em!