From Worse, to Bad
Left Lynchburg at around 2am Saturday to meetup with James (Muzkrat) for some Labor Day weekend fishing. On my way up, I marveled at how smooth a trip it had been so far and what great time I was making. Coming through the 'wonderful' town of Hopewell, I hit one of those 55 down to 45 zones and next thing I know I have blinking lights behind me. Cop tells me I was speeding in the 45 zone. If that wasn't bad enough, he writes me another ticket for illegal tint. It's never been an issue the entire time I've had the car and been stopped, but I guess he needed something to do at 4am.
So that was the "worse" part of the trip....now onto the "bad". James and I launch while it's still dark out, get bait easily, head down to Presquille and boat three fish between 16-20# within the first 30 minutes. I'm thinking it's gonna be a good day....WRONG. We spent the next 18 hours, yes I said that, 18 hours to catch two more 5# fish! It was still a little early in the season to do daytime trips yet, and the non-stop back and forth recreational boat traffic didn't help matters. Then boy did it get cold that night, so we headed in at about 2 AM Sunday.
Can't say it was all bad though. I got to go fishing, and that's always a good thing.
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