Me.
I woke up this morning and saw: No smoke! What? The wind blew away wildfire smoke.
I brush my teeth ate a sandwich, brush my teeth again and load up my fishing gear. I head for a secret spot I found on Google Earth. As my truck idles, I check the boat launch. It’s closed!
Eff that - my junk is already loaded. I head for the California Delta. A labyrinth of bassy-ass waters. On the way I call my wife to check on the smoke. She reports an unhealthy AQI of 125. Screech. Fail. Now what?
I flip a u-turn and head to Clearlake. The nations #3 bass lake. I launch. At the upper lake region. Stupid! The entire lake is 2.5 feet deep. I could have walk out into the main lake 400 yards. Too shallow for my pedal drive. I had to paddle! I got SKUNKED. in my defense I need to two fishing rods I ordered. I get them tomorrow.
Funny story. Up at the lake I drive my truck around a corner and I see a round glistening brown colored shape (peeking out behind a late model Chevy Yukon - tan colored) . I thought, ‘what is that? Then I see the high heel sneakers, and the knee high sport tube socks. The shape registers in my sleepy brain. It was the bare-butt of a young fit woman in the squat position. She was going.... I didn’t stick around to see what “number”. I averted my eyes and drive on. I seriously think I jinxed my fishing trip seeing that image. Nobody is that lucky.
Skunked. I’ll try again Saturday. I will launch mid lake where the water is deep. I have a new plan.