The one noticeable difference was that he didn't encounter any of those dead fish I saw floating around the ramp when I came in Tuesday and evidently didn't smell any of them either, as I did at various spots along the creek.
The one similarity Jim experienced was a lack of cooperation from the fish. "I didn't have a strike or bump until close to 11 o'clock," he said. "Had a total of four fish: two crappie (one keeper), a 15-oz. bass, and a striper that weighed 1 lb. 14 ozs. Also lost a good bass that looked to weigh between 3 and 4 lbs. He snapped my 16-lb. fluorocarbon and hauled butt."
Jim caught both crappie and the striper at the bridge, and the bass that broke his line grabbed a worm. "Tossed a spinnerbait, crankbait, and topwater crank but got nothing," he added.
The water temp at launch time (about 8:30) was 80 degrees, compared to a reading of 87 when Jim quit about 1 o'clock.
He managed to get the boat cleaned up and just had headed out of the marina parking lot when the first shower out Pungo way hit. He saw several stretches of wet road then but encountered no more rain himself until after he arrived home and had gotten the cover on his boat.
Unfortunately, the rain wasn't his only concern. Once he got inside the house, he quickly realized he had some computer problems that required attention. He called his provider and got some help, but not before having to deal with a trying dose of language-barrier difficulties. Like me, Jim wants to know one thing: Why is it these things always happen when you're so tired all you really want to do is sit down in a chair and relax?
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