I'm a glutton for punishment. I can't wait to get on the Columbia, pound the water for a tasty spring salmon, battle the hoards, and GET SKUNKED. I mean, I don't mind the weather. Don't mind the other guys who not only couldn't tell you port from starboard, but probablly don't ever head check when merging on I-5 either. Don't mind the guy in the UW gold polarfleece, 40k Boston Whaler Outrage, and Cowboy Hat (Cowboy Hat?!! Does this guy have east of the Cascades envy or what?!) But DAMN, I hate watching that same guy catch two beautifull keepers with his SPINNING REEL HELD UPSIDE DOWN!!
Now, I'm not the luckiest guy in the world. Actually I've got more than one foot in the jinxed bin of life. But, things are improving a tiny bit for me on the Columbia. At least I'm seeing fish caught. The first four times I went everyone got skunked (However, I did zipperlip the every fish in Montanna about 5 years ago just by showing up. Could have been the same hex following me.) Invited RT, he introduced his wife's car to a median in Longview at about 40mph. Mysteriously switched the plug wires on my outboard during the same trip (ran great the night before). Lost my wallet in Skamakawa (at least I'd left all my cash with the bartender at the Duck Inn). Of course, pissed off the wife by spending too much time fishing during March (hey, I had to grab the flyrod and jigs just to get my confidence back. She doesn't understand that a steelhead helps ease the pain).
It was all OK...I was OK with all of it...until the guy with the Husky coat, cowboy hat, Whaler, and UPSIDE DOWN SPINNING REEL kicked my ass last Sunday.
Nothing some heavy counseling and a springer or two won't fix.....HELP RT!!!!!
