The predicted air temperature was to be in the law sixties for this morning and since I hadn’t been fishing for more than a week I thought I would have a go at it. Because it was post frontal and clear skies also predicted, I really didn’t expect to catch a lot of fish and, although I don’t want to spoil the story, I wasn’t disappointed.
I got up early and got to Barren’s Beaver Creek ramp about 6:30. When I pulled into the parking lot there was only one truck and trailer there and I gave thanks for being retired and able to fish during the week when the ramps aren’t so crowded. I put all my gear in the boat, got it ready to launch and just as I was about to get in my van a big truck with a really big pontoon boat behind it went right past me and headed straight down to the ramp. Well, you know the rest of that part of the story.
About a half hour later, I pulled into the ramp turn around and backed my trailer down to the water. When I tried to pull back up the ramp to straighten up the trailer, the tires started spinning on the slick pavement. Anyone with a front-wheel drive vehicle that has been to Barren knows about this problem. I gave thanks when a fellow came down the ramp and helped me.
I finally got the boat in the water and parked my van in the lot. As I started walking back past the trailer I saw that I had a very low, almost flat tire. I gave thanks that I had the fore-sight to get an air hose system when I bought my van and decided I would fish now and fix the low tire pressure after I finished.
I tried to start the big motor and although it was cranking, it wouldn’t start. I decided to give it a rest and just use the trolling motor to fish the long bank next to the ramp. That is what I call “my barometer bank”—if I catch fish there I’ll catch more elsewhere but if I don’t get anything there, then usually I don’t get any anywhere else either. I didn’t catch any there but thankfully the big motor started when I tried again.
I fished several of my “honey holes” and never got any kind of hit that I could even lie about and say that I missed a big one. But I did lose three crankbaits, one in a tree and two in underwater hang-ups. Finally, about noon, a three inch Bluegill, with a hungry stomach and bad eyes, kept me from being totally skunked and, thankfully, I called it a day and headed for the ramp. I got the tire pumped up, put the boat and on the trailer and went home.
In spite of all the things that seemingly went wrong, I am truly thankful that God gave me such a beautiful day and the ability to enjoy my retirement.
Grumpy



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