Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Fishing Snipe Hunt Prank - Part Two
He had me throw the anchor out to try to catch the bottom and pull us off and he would pump that trolling device like mad to propel us off that stump. The anchor was a window sash weight on a clothes line and wouldn't hold to the bottom to pull us free of that stump. All he was doing was putting foam on the top of the water with his mad pumping of that device. We had tipped forward and back and pivoted on that stump for a good hour before we got pulled off by another boat we hailed over to help us. I expect those guys are still talking about the two idiots that were perfectly centered on a stump and couldn't get off. Every once and awhile I get a sense of uproarious laughter and I know that story is being retold.
Anyway back to this story. The first thing we noticed was that the mosquito's were fierce. Luckily I had brought some repellent with me and we both slathered in oily repellent. Then we were ready to fish and Ron said to hand him some dry ice. I had a ice pick with me so I chipped off a piece for him. That is when we noticed that when the smaller pieces flew out of the cooler and hit the metal boat that they would zing across that metal making a zip-zinging sound everywhere they hit. It was hard not to have them fly out when we broke off pieces of dry ice. After both getting baited up he tossed his out and so did I. The bubbles and gurgling were obvious. Big frothy bubbles coming up from the creek bottom. We fished several pieces of dry ice as he pumped us along the creek and made a lot of zinging and gurgling sounds on the way.
Neither of us got a bite but we kept fishing that dry ice lowering the temperature of the creek as we went. We knew that 12 pounder would be moving off with our dry ice bait at any minute. We fished along talking about this technique and our expectations until about 3:00 AM. After that we just fished and had nothing much to say. After a little more fishing and using the remainder of our dry ice in total silence I could tell that Ron was thinking that young woman in the silk house coat would make a much better fishing pardner that I was being. I was thinking about pretty much the same thing. Around 4:00 AM, I mentioned discretely to Ron that I thought we had been had and he promptly agreed. Actually he was a little too fast on agreeing. I suggested that we head back to the dock hopefully to get the boat loaded and be gone before the proprietor showed up as I didn't want to hear the laughing and "well, how did you do", questions. Ron pumped us back to the ramp in record time almost putting that boat on a plane and we fortunately avoided the guffaws and questions.
No question about it that we surely had been had and this time really good. I'm glad we deprived them of the satisfaction of seeing the result of their handy work.