Zach has learned a new way to catch fish when no one else is. It's really freekin' simple. You give up, set the rod down and do something else, roll a smoke, make a sandwich, look for your coozy, whatever, as long as your not paying attention. Really the only two trips I've take with him in my boat where we weren't catching fish, he did it with pretty good results. A spawned-out fall king.
And two Browns Lake bows that were 19" long, 14" in girth and took him to his backing. Sunofa!
Alright Auto, you called me out. Here's a 2005 vintage shot, but the fish isn't rotten, and I was actively fishing when I caught it. We were in a 14' wooden Gypsy riding wakes from the 40' yachts that weren't catching a damn thing. Newburyport Harbor, Mass.
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Lucky lucky bastard.
Nice fish.
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