It started last weekend. I had been leaving the boat at the cottage, black donald lake, and therefore had not been out fishing on the week day evenings like I have in the past.
I hadn't even caught a largie when I thought to myself, "self" you'd better yank that boat back home and get out on the rideau...
So the boat get's pulled out, i get it home... spend a glorious Sunday afternoon cleaning it up to make it look nice and new...
and set a date with myself for Wednesday Sept 8th to get out on the water and RIP SOME LIPS!What did happen yesterday was one of the crappiest days at work. One client threatens to take us to court for the lost revenue of 7 figures plus... though this is a meaningless threat, it has to be managed... then an internal battle occurs at 11am between two head strong people... people are sent back to their corners... the new guy shows up and has been sitting here twiddling thumbs...... my cell phone dies, tying me to my desk for calls that I was going to take from the car.... and wamo, it's 6pm and I've not left the office...
So I did not launch across from Pirates Cove Marina.
I cannot comment on the condition of that launch, or even show cool in progress photos of the event...
I did not drop the trolling motor and get out the flipp'n stick for some deep-edge bass...
I did not feel the tick-tick-tick and my heart did not race when I did not set the hook on the nickle.
There was no Extended Arm Pose with a brute, and there were not photos of the wee tiny fish at full EAP trying to look bigger than life...just for laughs
There were not snot-rockets that interfered with my bass action... and concequently no photos of said fish either...
There were no birds...
There are no stories... only complaints...
In the end, I hope to get out tonight... So far, no one's threatened my day...
Now that's an interesting twist on a fishing report. 
