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Fishing with Dave - Chapter 3
There were a lot of nights a group of us from work would get off second shift and make a run down to the Lighted Pier at the end of the Texas City Dike. This was especially true with the tides were right and some nights we would kill the trout on the T-Head. We would free shrimp, floating them out between the old pilings. I would also take one of my big rods along and catch a croaker or piggy to put out for a big red or whatever felt froggy enough to hit. This night wasn’t much different; with the exception it was the first time Dave had joined us. When he had asked to come we said sure, hey we needed a good laugh, and Dave was always good for one or two.
Steve and I pulled up to the pier about the same time. Dave was on his days off so he was there when we arrived. As we made our way down the pier with our gear, I could see that Dave had 8 to 10 rods set out. As we made down to the T-Head and I was able to count, I found that he had 12 rods out. He had them all on the side of the T-Head that faced the dike, and all 12 of them were K-mart blue light special spinning setups. They even had that big blue line and everything on them and two of them still had the price tags still on them. Before I could say anything, Dave pointed out all his new rods with some pride in his voice. I’ve never been one to talk bad about the next guys tackle, so all I said was “Nice, but you can fish with that many rods at one time.” “Sure I can little buddy” was Dave’s reply. I then said, “Dave what I mean is it is illegal to fish with that many rods.” To this Dave replied “Ain’t illegal if you don’t get caught.” So I left it alone. Little did I know that Dave’s rods would be some entertainment very shortly.
I first set out to catch my bait for the big rod, which didn’t take too long. The first couple I caught was a little small for what I was looking for but the third one was the charm. I got moved over to the big rod to get it set out with Dave in tow. He was really interested in what I was doing, and as he watched me hooking my croaker, Steve yelled “Dave your rod!!!!” We turned to see the first of Dave’s rods bow over and start lifting towards the water. Dave moved quickly, jumping a cooler with the grace of a wounded hippo on his way to the rod. He moved faster than one would think, but the rod appeared to be going in the water. He got lucky as the reel caught on the top rail of the pier, but that luck was short lived as the cheap rod was no match for combination of the fish and heavy line and broke off right at the for grip. Dave was cussing a blue blaze as he tried to fight the fish with no rod, but his drag was too tight and the line broke. At about the same time, four more of his rods took big hits. All four of these cleared the top rail launching in the air like rockets until the powerful fish pulled them down and in the water. Dave just stood there with a bewildered look on his face and his mouth gapping open. He finally said, “What the H**L just happened?” I answered his question with, “A school of Jacks just took your new rods to the cleaners.”
More to come later.........
Steve and I pulled up to the pier about the same time. Dave was on his days off so he was there when we arrived. As we made our way down the pier with our gear, I could see that Dave had 8 to 10 rods set out. As we made down to the T-Head and I was able to count, I found that he had 12 rods out. He had them all on the side of the T-Head that faced the dike, and all 12 of them were K-mart blue light special spinning setups. They even had that big blue line and everything on them and two of them still had the price tags still on them. Before I could say anything, Dave pointed out all his new rods with some pride in his voice. I’ve never been one to talk bad about the next guys tackle, so all I said was “Nice, but you can fish with that many rods at one time.” “Sure I can little buddy” was Dave’s reply. I then said, “Dave what I mean is it is illegal to fish with that many rods.” To this Dave replied “Ain’t illegal if you don’t get caught.” So I left it alone. Little did I know that Dave’s rods would be some entertainment very shortly.
I first set out to catch my bait for the big rod, which didn’t take too long. The first couple I caught was a little small for what I was looking for but the third one was the charm. I got moved over to the big rod to get it set out with Dave in tow. He was really interested in what I was doing, and as he watched me hooking my croaker, Steve yelled “Dave your rod!!!!” We turned to see the first of Dave’s rods bow over and start lifting towards the water. Dave moved quickly, jumping a cooler with the grace of a wounded hippo on his way to the rod. He moved faster than one would think, but the rod appeared to be going in the water. He got lucky as the reel caught on the top rail of the pier, but that luck was short lived as the cheap rod was no match for combination of the fish and heavy line and broke off right at the for grip. Dave was cussing a blue blaze as he tried to fight the fish with no rod, but his drag was too tight and the line broke. At about the same time, four more of his rods took big hits. All four of these cleared the top rail launching in the air like rockets until the powerful fish pulled them down and in the water. Dave just stood there with a bewildered look on his face and his mouth gapping open. He finally said, “What the H**L just happened?” I answered his question with, “A school of Jacks just took your new rods to the cleaners.”
More to come later.........
he's pumping poison into me little buddy! 
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