Messing with some jigs had me thinking about losing fishing gear and seeing other people lose their gear over the years.
When I was a kid, I always had a bad habbit of accidentally kicking our bait knives off the pier. Last I remembered I was on number 7. Since then, I've had this phobia of losing things to the edge of piers.
I haven't done it myself but I've seen people lose their bukets while pumping ghost shrimp. They'd leave their extra buckets in one place. The tide comes in and their buckets start floating away, while they are half a mile down the flats.
Another one was when I was walking, leaving OB pier. This guy has three rods set down. The guy was sitting, kicking back near the cafe. As I approach, one rod hops in the water. The the guys just looking like wtf? The next rod hops in the water. He proceds to get up and notices the third rod is starting to go. He jumps to grab it but it's too late. I was always told to propely loosen my drag if I was going to set my rod down. Now I knew why. The guy drops the loudest F bomb. The guy looks to me and says, "Man, I'm glad you saw it because you can't make this sh*t up." The fish played a cruel trick on the guy that day.
Anyway, back to my jig incident. Years have past but it erks me to this day. We had a good day catching macs and bonito. You know, when you catch a lot of fish, things can get messy. So I'm at home cleaning my bucket in the evening. A few of my jigs got fish juice on them so I rinse them off one by one and put them in a sabiki plastic bag. Four 3/4 crippled herrings, one 1/2 oz crippled herring, one 3/4 oz kastmaster, three 1oz squidco anchovy jigs, three 5/8 krocodile spoons, three small Haddock Jig N Spoons, and two large 1oz Haddock Jig N Spoons. I put them on the fence ledge but forgot to grab them. The next day we're going fishing again. I go to grab my jigs. What jigs? Where the hell are my jigs? Some animal, probably a cat, had run off with my tasty smelling jigs during the night. I have plenty of jigs now but I'm always reminded about the loss. I know I'd probably still have most of those jigs today and that's what burns me.
When I was a kid, I always had a bad habbit of accidentally kicking our bait knives off the pier. Last I remembered I was on number 7. Since then, I've had this phobia of losing things to the edge of piers.
I haven't done it myself but I've seen people lose their bukets while pumping ghost shrimp. They'd leave their extra buckets in one place. The tide comes in and their buckets start floating away, while they are half a mile down the flats.
Another one was when I was walking, leaving OB pier. This guy has three rods set down. The guy was sitting, kicking back near the cafe. As I approach, one rod hops in the water. The the guys just looking like wtf? The next rod hops in the water. He proceds to get up and notices the third rod is starting to go. He jumps to grab it but it's too late. I was always told to propely loosen my drag if I was going to set my rod down. Now I knew why. The guy drops the loudest F bomb. The guy looks to me and says, "Man, I'm glad you saw it because you can't make this sh*t up." The fish played a cruel trick on the guy that day.
Anyway, back to my jig incident. Years have past but it erks me to this day. We had a good day catching macs and bonito. You know, when you catch a lot of fish, things can get messy. So I'm at home cleaning my bucket in the evening. A few of my jigs got fish juice on them so I rinse them off one by one and put them in a sabiki plastic bag. Four 3/4 crippled herrings, one 1/2 oz crippled herring, one 3/4 oz kastmaster, three 1oz squidco anchovy jigs, three 5/8 krocodile spoons, three small Haddock Jig N Spoons, and two large 1oz Haddock Jig N Spoons. I put them on the fence ledge but forgot to grab them. The next day we're going fishing again. I go to grab my jigs. What jigs? Where the hell are my jigs? Some animal, probably a cat, had run off with my tasty smelling jigs during the night. I have plenty of jigs now but I'm always reminded about the loss. I know I'd probably still have most of those jigs today and that's what burns me.