There are times when it’s difficult to say, no. And while fishing is always a priority with me, but there are situations where wetting a line takes a back seat.
I’d planned on fishing Sunday, but failing to say no to a late night movie Saturday night, an early start was out of the question. So late Sunday morning, as I was finishing my breakfast or should I say lunch, I found myself contemplating my options for an afternoon/evening fish. Then the “kids” called to see what Dad was up to. I probably should have said I was on the water, and wouldn’t be home until late, but I didn’t. They expressed a desire to have dinner with good ole dad and would bring over a rack of ribs and a movie. Well, I couldn’t say no and figured I’d just do tomorrow’s shopping and fish Monday after work.
Monday rolled around and all went well with plans in place to slip out from work around four and hit Satanka Bay for a few hours. Unfortunately, the boss wanted to meet at three and that put an early start at risk, but I just couldn’t say no. Turns out I didn’t get delayed much and by 4:15 I was on the road.
To my delight, there was only one boat in the area and it looked like they were making their way to the dock, strange as there wasn’t a vehicle or trailer in the lot. Then as I headed down the ramp to dump off my tube I realized the ramp was closed, a big, duh. No vehicles, no inspector. The boaters must need a pit stop.
Parking I unloaded my gear, pumped the tube, rigged the rods, and was putting on my waders when one of the boaters came up the ramp. Their motor had conked out, no cell, and they needed a ride to the south ramp to retrieve their vehicle and trailer. After growling that they were screwing up my fishing, I agreed. Simply, they needed a hand and I couldn’t say no.
After dropping the boater off at the south ramp, I headed back to Satanka Bay. Not sure why. Maybe I wanted to make sure they got their boat out. Many because I’d decided I wanted to fish the ‘Tooth at this location and couldn’t say no to myself.
Bottom line, I made a quick lap around the bay in the hour and a half I had and located a school of smallmouth that just couldn’t say no to my clousers.