Sadly, it's true. I never would have believed it, had I not seen it with my own two eyes.
Here's the story...Justin and I are jigging at my favorite Zipperlip Pier (aka, Pier 86), and our quarry is the succulent slimer of the deep, the squid.
As expected, about half an hour into the expedition, I'm outfishing Justin about three to one. He's keeping his game face on, but obviously is feeling more and more frustrated.
Finally, Justin hooks up...and as he's bringing up his squid, we both see another squid following behind. Being both way behind in the squid count and being greedy, Justin stops retrieving his squid, hoping that the other will hook up as well.
Next stop 9-1-1 ! After telling my story to several different cops, and being transferred all over the city while doing it, all my talk about squid and yanking and stuff got me transferred to the rape crisis line, where some schmoozy talking dude was asking me if I had accepted any open drinks from Justin that night.
Clearly, I was on my own.
I started by snagging up three times in a row, running out of jigs. I then switched to Justin's jigs, which I proceeded to lose on a fairly regular rate of one every half hour or so.
This is working out nicely, because I'm still way ahead on the squid count, and I'm leaving Justin's jigs on the bottom like they're going out of style. Once when he stops to light a smoke, I even pick up his rod and give it a cast. On the back swing the line hits our halogen shop light, burning the line and sending one of the jigs on his rod down to the bottom to join all the others I had already left there.
Justin, if you are reading this, I reported your behavior to the WSC (Wild Squid Coalition), recommending that they remove you from your office of VP of Folding Chairs at Meetings, and maybe even yank your membership, too (That part depends on whether you've paid your yearly dues yet, or not. If you haven't, they'll probably wait until you do before they kick you out.)
I'm also going to send Bob an e-mail and see if I can get him to change your moniker to "Kid Squid" or "Squid Sauk", or maybe just plain old "Squid Flosser". I'll leave it up to him.
Also, I'm calling you out here so all the rest of the fine folks on this BB can see your hypocrisy, your disdain for the natural resources of our state, and your disrespect for the noble squid!
Lastly, I'm not going fishing with you again...at least not until the rivers drop and the big nates start showing at the Ranch again. By then I'm sure you'll have learned your lesson and will be worthy of having me as a fishing partner.
Let the flames begin!!!
Fish on...
Todd
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