The post on the jokes thread reminded me of stories.
A couple summers ago I was out on my home water. This is a large lake about 70 km from the city, and my favorite spot is about a 1 km long point that has a steep dropoff running parallel for it's entire length. I have fished this spot hundreds of times over about 15 years and I know it well and have my techniques dialed in.
I approached a deep flat out near the end of the point. There was only one other boat in the area. I picked a spot to start, probably 40-50 yards from the other boat and began fishing vertically. I adjusted my position as I found the walleye and I started hammering them. I would play them out before bringing them up and I was using jigs with single hooks. When they were up to the surface, I would reach over the side of the canoe and unhook them without the fish ever leaving the water. It was pretty low key, I don't yell or freak out, I fish. .
Anyway, the entire time a guy in the other boat was lecturing, teaching his companion in a very pompous and know-it-all manner to be an awesome super fisherman like the guy himself. He would call out the running score every time he caught a fish and I believe he was up to about a dozen when I pulled anchor and shifted my spot(they had been there for a while when I arrived).
Mr Awesome noticed me moving and called out to me in the most patronizing voice imaginable, asking if I'd managed to get any yet. I reached over and grabbed the clicker I used to keep track (it's like the one doormen use to track capacities in clubs) and I read off the total. "Yeah, I'm up to 28." (~IIRC)
The running commentary suddenly shut off. Within 10 minutes or so, Mr Awesome remembered somewhere else he wanted to be and I fished in peace for the rest of the day.
A couple summers ago I was out on my home water. This is a large lake about 70 km from the city, and my favorite spot is about a 1 km long point that has a steep dropoff running parallel for it's entire length. I have fished this spot hundreds of times over about 15 years and I know it well and have my techniques dialed in.
I approached a deep flat out near the end of the point. There was only one other boat in the area. I picked a spot to start, probably 40-50 yards from the other boat and began fishing vertically. I adjusted my position as I found the walleye and I started hammering them. I would play them out before bringing them up and I was using jigs with single hooks. When they were up to the surface, I would reach over the side of the canoe and unhook them without the fish ever leaving the water. It was pretty low key, I don't yell or freak out, I fish. .
Anyway, the entire time a guy in the other boat was lecturing, teaching his companion in a very pompous and know-it-all manner to be an awesome super fisherman like the guy himself. He would call out the running score every time he caught a fish and I believe he was up to about a dozen when I pulled anchor and shifted my spot(they had been there for a while when I arrived).
Mr Awesome noticed me moving and called out to me in the most patronizing voice imaginable, asking if I'd managed to get any yet. I reached over and grabbed the clicker I used to keep track (it's like the one doormen use to track capacities in clubs) and I read off the total. "Yeah, I'm up to 28." (~IIRC)
The running commentary suddenly shut off. Within 10 minutes or so, Mr Awesome remembered somewhere else he wanted to be and I fished in peace for the rest of the day.