Wow! You should change your screen name to Lucky. At least your outing was injury-free.I headed out today for a bit. Carbon County. Total crap day.
New-to-me stream. Alot more rhodo choked than I was expecting and shouldn't have walked in with an 8-1/2'. Steep descent to the stream that made walking out suck. Broke a rod. Slipped while crossing the stream and soaked everything.
There's always a risk almost any day on a new-to-you stream can turn out this way but it's been a while since I had a crap day like this. Spent more time driving to/from than actually fishing.
Surprisingly, low water wasn't really the problem . . .
Rod is already with UPS and on its way back for a warranty repair. Gear is sorted. I'm already thinking about trying again Friday.
Rule #1: Rhodo always wins.New-to-me stream. Alot more rhodo choked than I was expecting and shouldn't have walked in with an 8-1/2'.
Rule #1: Rhodo always wins.
Rule #2: See Rule #1.
Briars or rhodo? You can only pick one...He chose the term “walked”. Couldn’t have been that bad. It’s not a rhodo stream until you have to crawl. 😜
Briars or rhodo? You can only pick one...
Any of you guys fearful of getting on your hands and knees going through thick brush with snakes around?
LoL there was a little crawling yesterday.He chose the term “walked”. Couldn’t have been that bad. It’s not a rhodo stream until you have to crawl. 😜
I used to fish. I still do, but I used to, too. (Adapted from Mitch Hedberg)I haven’t fished since the last time I fished.
I had a pretty scary experience once a number of years ago when I used to bass fish in mine reclamation land lakes in SWPA. There was one lake very far in that I scouted on google maps and wanted to fish. I took my friend with me and we made it in following game trails and some moderate bushwhacking. It was crystal clear and full of huge bass and gills. We had a great time.Briars or rhodo? You can only pick one...
Briars are the worst. Rhodo doesn't ensnare you nearly like those damn briars! Not to mention, they're brutal on waders.I had a pretty scary experience once a number of years ago when I used to bass fish in mine reclamation land lakes in SWPA. There was one lake very far in that I scouted on google maps and wanted to fish. I took my friend with me and we made it in following game trails and some moderate bushwhacking. It was crystal clear and full of huge bass and gills. We had a great time.
On the way out I had the dumb idea to not backtrack but take the more direct path. Bad idea. We bushwhacked through the most incredibly thick briars I’ve ever seen. We hiked through and around swamps, scrambled up loose coal heaps/hills and at one point I didn’t think we’d make it out before nightfall. I had my compass and knew which way to go but I was guessing. The heading was not the easy way- ever. Then we heard some voices in the distance and walked towards them - a family at one of the other bigger lakes that was on a path out. After ages we made it to a game trail and a huge sigh of relief. I felt like I was on a 4 lane highway. My friend was understandably upset. Never again will I do that. It took weeks for my arms, chest and legs to heal from the deep cuts and scrapes from the thorns.
I haven’t fished since the last time I fished.