After watching that great catch during the Super Bowl, I figured I could go out and do the same thing. Well, not exactly the same thing, but as close as I could get. I could go catch some bass. Which, thank goodness, doesn't require much athletic prowess at all.
We were at my friends' Stuart and Sue's house in West Palm Beach, which took about 10 hours to get to since we drove instead of flying. I know Stuart through work and he and I have become fishing partners. Since he lives in South Florida and I live in Middle Georgia, we only get together a couple of times a year. So we were both looking forward to the Super Bowl Party/Fishing Trip adventure. But Stu ended up with the flu and missed not only his big Super Bowl party but our two days of fishing, as well. He was a little perturbed, to say the least.
I, on the other hand, was as pleased as punch, as Stu had set up for me to go fishing with his local fishing buddy, Connie. What's a guy to do? I could have said no and sat around and moped, probably like Stuart. Or I could go fishing and catch a few for both of us. Easy decision, in my mind.
Connie and I spent the next couple of days fishing the canals and waterways that make up Lake Ida in West Palm Beach. On Monday, our guide was a Brooklyn native named Don, who named his fishing guide service Lone Star. I asked him why and he said, "Would you want to go fishing with guide service called 'I Love New York?'" Good point. We spent Monday with Don, who put us on good fish. And Tuesday, Connie and I took Stuart's truck and boat (adding insult to injury?) and fished on our own in similar waters.
We mostly fished with plastic worms, Senkos to be exact. We rigged them Texas style and wacky, which in case you aren't familiar, is just about as the name suggests. Here's a couple of shots of what a wacky-rigged worm looks like.
We had a fair day on the water both days, putting 25 fish in the boat (though, technically, not in the boat, as we released all of them once we caught them).
When we got back, Stuart was feeling better. Seemed to have his color back. Was laughing and joking and acting like his old self. Until Connie and I shared what a great time we had. On his boat. On his lake. Catching his fish. On his fishing trip.
He suddenly felt sick all over again.
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