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Haha.

I pulled up to the ramp yesterday at Clearlake. A couple was unloading fully decked out kayaks. I park and set up there. I like dragging my kayak to the ramp so I don’t take up any real estate with my drawn out process.

I say hi, and asked about the fishing. The dude Lays out a load of crap. So funny. He told me to hit the coves east of the Ramp. Uhhh, okay. The fish are not shallow this time year.

I then save his lying ass from running over his winch strap with his duelly truck. His wife looked at me like I was invading her private lake. I gave her the friendliest hello and good luck wish I could muster. Just laid it on thick with love.

Oh well I did what I thought would produce fish. I went towards deeper water. It was tough until I found a submerged tree out in the lake. Outside looking in, it looked like I was being stupid and just casting out in the middle of nowhere. But damn, I crushed them. Couple of young kids boated up for advice. I showed them exactly what I was doing. Told them to use their graph to find sunken structure. One kid took a pic of me and texted me the pic after I shouted my number to him while socially distant. He texted me a selfie with a giant later!

I never saw that first couple again. But an old dude that wanted to talk about his colon cancer said they didn’t do well.

I made a vow never to lie in fishing. I might exclude info, I’ll never volunteer it, but never lie. I don’t need the karma-nut kick