Well, I never thought I'd get tired of fishing, but I think the day has finally come. And yes, I am headed back out in an hour or two.
Not that I'm not catching fish, it's that I ain't connecting with what I want. So today I'm taking Dad (I'm beginning to hate him) up to Amador where they have a Cutthroat/Rainbow hybrid that fight like hell and can reach 10 pounds in 3 years. Not only that, but the smallest fish they put in that lake are 18" and 3 pounds.
Fuck, if Dad doesn't catch a BAT today I'm gonna push his ass in the lake and call it quits.