Mammoth

Okay. Let me start off by saying, i've grown very fond of the world of fishing.

The past three days i've been cut from reality up in the city of mammoth with Mr. Shinmei, Robert and Kevin. --As you could've read from my last post-- We resided in a small cabin, which was very accommodating. The amenities of the house included two bedrooms, kitchen, wireless internet, TV, small facial soaps, toilet paper, carpet, salsa....everything you could ever ask for!! now just some lube and.. :ahem:

So as for fishing.

We climbed over rocks and ridges just to find the perfect fishing spots, and we even rented a rutty ol' boat to cruise over an unworthy swampy mess of algae that people refer to as a lake. All in all it was fun, besides the fact that there was barely any fishing action for the four of us. For some odd reason, i had been referred to as the jinx of the group because the last time the four of them came, every time they casted their rods into the lake a fish would bite. As for us this time, we casted a rod into the lake and waited several hours before catching something that looked similar to a sardine. Aw well... But what made me love the sport of fishing the best was just the anticipation that you might be rewarded with a whopper of a fish for waiting so patiently. Even though we hadn't much luck, I still managed to hold my own.

What i did luckily come across were
1 miniature trout (killed)
2 small brook trout (killed/released)
1 medium trout (kept)
(The medium sized one was from Mr. Shinmei's rod which i reeled in after he had done all of the dirty work, but that's besides the point.)

Which means i caught FOUR fish! Two of which i had killed because i had yanked on my line way too hard. Oh well, i'm sure the seagulls will appreciate my benevolent gesture.

Some would say..
"Fishing is BORING... You have wait for SO long!"
Well that is exactly correct....IF you don't have friends to pass the time with. suckers.. It indeed began to bore us when the fish didn't bite at ALL. There were many of these dull moments. But you can cure this situation easily in 5 easy steps.
1. Find a rock
2. Pick it up
3. Setup a target
4. Make a wager with your friends
5. Throw your rock

Basically that is what we had came up with as a game to play as the fish refused to bite. The three of us (excluding Mr. Shinmei because his rods magically attract fishes) began to play. Our target was an empty Arizona bottle about 15 yards away. The bet was whoever was last to hit the bottle directly would have to eat a portion of a worm. So, initially i voiced out
"Man, i don't want to eat a worm."
But i picked up a rock and threw it anyway. HALLELUJAH!! I hit the bottle.
"HAHA WOO! Okay, so which one of you is going to have to eat the worm?"

heh heh.

GUESS WHO?!?! Yes. Kevin. You loser. Anyway, Kevin reluctantly slurped up the 1/5th of the worm and swallowed it. Telling us in a couple of hours that his stomach felt weird. I wonder.

But i had been victim to round 2, where I had to stand in the freezing cold water for ten seconds. Meh.

So at night, Mr. Shinmei would treat us to some local restaurants (Roberto's and Grumpy's). Both were ideal and proper meals. I ordered myself a fatty burrito which robert ended up gulping down because i couldn't handle it. He..also handled kevin's unfinished portions too.

Exhibit A
The victim Exhibit B
The culprit

So.. Just one more traumatizing tidbit. Last post I had mentioned that i feel bad for the fish. Well, fuck that. The one that should receive my sympathy are the worms. These bugs are given the worst sort of unusual and cruel punishment out of anything. In order to bait these suckers, you first have to pinch them in half. The only thing that is running through my mind is the worm screaming in bug language,
"WHY?!?! WHAT THE HELL DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS?"
And the second step is to weave the hook through the pinched end and out of the side of the worm. THEN re-weaving the sharp tool of pain back into the opposite side of the worm. The whole time, the dieing ...thing is just squirming on your hand bleeding its guts out--sometimes shitting itself--.
Hell, if i were pinched in half and had a hook shoved up my ass and out through my legs, the least i'd be doing is squirming.
And lastly you throw the grub into some garlic paste and toss it into the water..

Feel bad for the fish? Hell no.

Anyways, all in all, this trip had been pretty amazing. Just chillin with the friends, and escaping the world for three days. Everyone should try it. Maybe you'll come home with some fish, or maybe just traumatizing thoughts about worms.

This entry was posted by Max tells you to enjoi., on Sunday, August 19, 2007. You can leave your response.