lupanfreitag
02-24-2014, 09:14 PM
Saturday.
The day started with an incident. Got up, loaded my john boat in the truck and headed out. First clue something was amiss was I was nearly out of gas. Strange, I thought I filled it up last week. I stopped and filled the truck up with gas. $80. I noticed a strong gas smell but it was a gas station. What else could it be? Decided to check air in the tires. Added air to three of the four. Gas smell still strong. So very strange.
Finally before I pulled onto the interstate I stopped at McDonald's to get a tea. I left my truck running. As I was filling my cup I glanced out the window..... there was a stream of something running from under my truck. Radiator? Transmission fluid? I crouched down. It was coming from the center of the truck... the gas tank.
I ran outside, bent down and smelled the liquid.... gas. I turned off the truck and crawled under. Gas had sprayed from the top of the tank all over the bed, tail pipe and of course the ground. There was probably two gallons on the ground and more coming. I was lucky it did not burst into flames. Called a tow truck and friend took my boat and gear home.
Loaded everything but the boat in the car and headed out. I was fishing hellfire or not. (Today I found out the line running from the fuel pump to the engine had been chewed on... "Probably a squirrel.")
It was a great day on Saturday. Fished from noon to five. After an hour of lure chucking, I resorted to night crawlers. Literally there was a hit every single cast. I caught 35 and kept 5. Only one was a brown. On average the rainbows were larger than most years. All hooked in the corned of the mouth.
Sunday was slower. Fished from 10-3. I caught 12. Half were browns. Around 3PM the bite stopped completely. Weather wise the two days mirrored each other but results were dramatically different.
Good times had by all until I slipped on a rock and ripped my waders. From fire to water.
One last note, the game warden made an appearance on Saturday and Sunday. On Sunday he was in a kayak. He ticketed two boats for not wearing life jackets. The second boat was moved to shore and forced to pull out.
Moral of the story is even if your truck nearly explodes still go fishing in spite of the slippery rocks and wear your lifejacket when boating and if on shore laugh at those who don't.
The day started with an incident. Got up, loaded my john boat in the truck and headed out. First clue something was amiss was I was nearly out of gas. Strange, I thought I filled it up last week. I stopped and filled the truck up with gas. $80. I noticed a strong gas smell but it was a gas station. What else could it be? Decided to check air in the tires. Added air to three of the four. Gas smell still strong. So very strange.
Finally before I pulled onto the interstate I stopped at McDonald's to get a tea. I left my truck running. As I was filling my cup I glanced out the window..... there was a stream of something running from under my truck. Radiator? Transmission fluid? I crouched down. It was coming from the center of the truck... the gas tank.
I ran outside, bent down and smelled the liquid.... gas. I turned off the truck and crawled under. Gas had sprayed from the top of the tank all over the bed, tail pipe and of course the ground. There was probably two gallons on the ground and more coming. I was lucky it did not burst into flames. Called a tow truck and friend took my boat and gear home.
Loaded everything but the boat in the car and headed out. I was fishing hellfire or not. (Today I found out the line running from the fuel pump to the engine had been chewed on... "Probably a squirrel.")
It was a great day on Saturday. Fished from noon to five. After an hour of lure chucking, I resorted to night crawlers. Literally there was a hit every single cast. I caught 35 and kept 5. Only one was a brown. On average the rainbows were larger than most years. All hooked in the corned of the mouth.
Sunday was slower. Fished from 10-3. I caught 12. Half were browns. Around 3PM the bite stopped completely. Weather wise the two days mirrored each other but results were dramatically different.
Good times had by all until I slipped on a rock and ripped my waders. From fire to water.
One last note, the game warden made an appearance on Saturday and Sunday. On Sunday he was in a kayak. He ticketed two boats for not wearing life jackets. The second boat was moved to shore and forced to pull out.
Moral of the story is even if your truck nearly explodes still go fishing in spite of the slippery rocks and wear your lifejacket when boating and if on shore laugh at those who don't.