The SWS trip was once again started out as a rough ordeal, as it usually is does. My 27 year old pop up is showing her age again. I finally got around to replacing and repacking my wheel bearings that were in dire need of work. Finishing the work, I seemed to have not tapped the dust cap on hard enough and needless to say, it had gone missing by the time I was to pick up Rage. Driving around I found a quick replacement and slammed that bitch on!
Rage and I quickly loaded the truck up with wood, in the pouring, you gonna get soaked rainstorm and we hit the road. That rain miraculously was not a hindrance to the rest of our weekend outing.
After a day of bad moods and no fish, everybody on the SWS camping trip finally caught something. No, not venereal disease. That first day was rough after the camp spirits were down after a day of not catching a damn thing. CAP'N TERRY TO THE RESCUE! He searched out some new holes and new adventures for the SWS that second day. Not those kind of holes. Nearing the end of the journey for the day we found a nice bend, with fish! CAP'N TERRY threw his hook in the water and wouldn't you know it, out comes a rainbow, trout. I caught a brookie and a brown, that of which I had never caught before. Ranvier pulled a big ole sucker fish, and was the biggest catch of the weekend. Everybody was in better spirits after that.
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| Homebase |
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| CAP'N TERRY |
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| Pretty butterflies |
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| Brook Trout |
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| Brown Trout |
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| Sucker...the fish, it's a suckerfish. |
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| SWS OUT. |
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