Saturday morning mrs johnr and myself hit the water early. We have three hot spots to check out with confirmation results from friends the day before. The fishing at spot one produces 3 right away with a good one outa the wife. Spot two was slow, we head to our third spot, get set up with lines in, good song on the radio, cooler with a few cold ones in it, and Mrs johnr gets a hit, I head back with the net, as my rod bends over. I head back to the front of the boat to set my hook, and the pole breaks in two, and falls from my hand into the lake.
I somehow managed to grab it out of the water as it is going down, the mrs pulls in a nice eater, I save my rod from a watery grave, and just now had Scheels replace it with a shiny new one
That's is all
I somehow managed to grab it out of the water as it is going down, the mrs pulls in a nice eater, I save my rod from a watery grave, and just now had Scheels replace it with a shiny new one
That's is all