Insult to injury.
Went to Pickwick early this morning and struck out for what I was fishing for. I fished in the lake...below dam....tail race.....by the lock....off the point....on the flat....nothing. So went back to generator side to catch some drum. I noticed some top water action a little ways down the side walk and walked down to check it out. Whatever it was had gone and I headed back up to where I had left my tackle bag. It was a Cabelas backpack tackle bag that my two great nephews had given me about 3 or 4 years ago. It had held up well but I was going to replace it after this season. Well a blue Herron had pooped right on top of that bag....what a mess and what a stench. I walked up to my car and got a plastic bag and took all my tackle out of it and threw that bag in the trash. I can still smell it. The blue Herron is big anyway but Pickwick has some really big ones and man did he do me in. No fish and lost a tackle bag....such is life.
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