I just can't win............WWN #3

[Fast Eddie]

Let's see, how do I begin? Guess from the beginning. So I get several contacts about teaming up for WWN since losing Josh. One guy contacts me and is excited to go. We set up meeting times and locations and everything is fine until Tues. when I get a text message it's off. Oh well, alone again, so off to Ladd's bright and early. So early in fact that I'm number 3. Because we're in the 6 hr window, Gerry and Richard will show up later, so we have a longer Pow Wow. We're chatting about our youthful indiscretions OK time to go.
Off to my first spot, first pass I hit a big one. Didn't hit like a striper, just sort of sucked in the crankbait. Striping drag and into the weeds. Then it's a stalemate until I get closer, when pop! The line breaks. Crap.......here we go again. The line was frayed up about 2'. Now I've fished this spot with Josh and with Flake and never felt anything even remotely like metal. It's a big weed bed. Oh well I chalk it up to another Delta mystery. Off to spot 2. Half way to the spot, the Merc starts to sound like a singer sewing machine or a Volkswagen about to blow. (Good thing I bought the extended warranty) Anyway I shut her down and call Greg at C&C Marine. It's 4pm. Greg is busy....(when is Greg not busy???? ) So we're relaying messages from the front desk guy.
By the time I got back to the Ladd's area I had a decision to make. Trailer the boat or fish the Ladd's area. Fishing won out. I started about a mile from Ladd's and picked up a teeny tiny striper, then a 1 lbr. As I maneuvered down the bank, past fishermen, I felt what I thought was weeds on the crankbait, so I'm futzin and trying to shake the weeds when as it gets close to the surface, it's a 5lbr not weed at all. She's swimming right at me, and with the wind at my back pushing me a hundred miles an hour, I can't get a hook set. She jumps once, and on the second jump here comes the crankbait. Crap! Crap! That's 2 good fish lost. A few minutes later I boat a 4lbr. Then a 2 1/2. As I'm fishing down the bank a Jet skier comes withing 6' of me , cuts into my path of travel and makes a hard cut spraying water all over a dock about 25 yds away then tears off towards downtown. He gets about a 1/2 mile away and turns to see my reaction.........which was nothing. It's now 7:15 when the bite shuts down. So I decide to put the Ranger on the trailer and off to the barn.
I send Richard a text to let him know what's up. He responds with drop the boat off anytime. Whoopee! I don't have to wait for Greg's call. So I'm off to C&C to get the bad news.
TL
FE
PS I would've had about 17 or more had I succeeded.
PSS May have found another partner...we'll see.
Was supposed to take Flake to the Basshole Tourney on Sat for his Birthday. We'll see. Doesn't look good.

[JL]

Fast Eddie! Great story as usual!! Keep them coming please! Make a note to yourself. Black Cloud follows you regardless! Seeing that you realize that and are OK with it, just accept the fact like you already have! Good luck in getting a new fishing partner! Those can be tough to find!