Our plan for the day was to spend more time fishing, and not try to travel too far--launching at Potters Bridge and taking out across from Forest Park. Rich and I arrived at the Forest Park ramp a little before 10, and waited for Dawg to arrive. When he didn't show, I called him. He said "where are you guys?" I said that we were waiting at the take-out ramp for him to arrive so we could leave his truck there. He said he was at the ramp and couldn't find us. (There's only about 6 parking spaces and a boat ramp) Knowing the Dawg, I asked which ramp? Turns out, he was at the ramp at 106th street in Carmel. So Rich and I cooled our heels and waited another half hour for Dawg to find his way up to us. We had to wait even longer because while Dawg was killing time at the wrong location, he tried fishing, and got his Hula Popper caught in the trees on the other side of the river. So he stopped at the bait shop to buy a new one.
I had a great time catching smallbass bass. Nothing too big, but I caught about 20.
Even though we traveled a shorter distance (about 5 miles,) I had plenty of time to fish. Last week, Dawg had a lot of problems with twisted line on his fishing pole. He put new line on the pole since then, but somehow, the new line was just a twisted as the old. (Might have something to do with the twisted individual who installed it.) Because of the "equipment failures" Dawg was experiencing, we had to stop frequently for him to straighten things out. Sometimes we would drop the anchor, and sometimes we would pull up on a sandbar.
Click here to see what I did while Dawg sat and swore at his "equipment failures."
Thanks to cameraman Rich for shooting the video
It was another fun day on the river. No giant fish, but several nice smallies. We plan to do another longer cruise again next week.
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