Monday, August 1, 2011

Day 80: Trudging Forward

An incredibly unappealing place to fish.
When: Sunday, July 31st, from 7pm to 7:30pm
Where: Warinanco Park Pond
What: Fishing
Weather: Partly Cloudy.
Moon: Waxing. Day after new.
Water Conditions: HORRIBLE!!! Stagnant, green and smelly.

There have only been a handful of times in the last 3 months when I "almost" didn't make it fishing.

This was one of them.

To give credit where credit is due, I have to say that on all of these occassions Lindsay pretty much kicked me out the door.


The times that I find it mind-boggling to go fishing are the days after a particularly strenuous outing. Let's face it, tossing a topwater for 30 minutes doesn't take a whole lot out of you. On the other hand, driving down the shore, loading up on bait, carrying 40 pounds of gear to the beach, rigging it all up, getting assaulted by black flies while waiting and rebaiting for 3 or 4 hours and then lugging all the gear back to the car DOES drain you a bit.

It's that kind of outing that makes me say to myself, "and I'm really going to go fishing again tomorrow?"

But I did.

This was also tough because after Saturday night on the beach, Lindsay drove the 2 hours back home on Sunday morning while I wrote reports and made phone calls for my weekly contribution to The Fisherman. After continuing that until 6pm when we got home, submitting it and then eating some great tacos, I did not want to go fishing.

For reals.

I knew that I was going to have to stay close to home, and since the bass and carp in Union County have been uncooperative and unappealing, there wasn't much to be excited about. After trying to conjure up a better plan, I headed towards St. George's Ave. and made a  last minute decision to go to Warinanco.

Bad idea.

This once "semi-attractive" park pond is now completely green with some kind of algae. It was also swarming with pedal-boats and the shoreline was choked with picknickers and goose droppings.

Quite scenic.

One end of the lake even smelled....horrible, like my neighbor's pool cover in the Spring after they had not drained the water from it since the previous summer.

But, fish I must and fish I did. Thirty minutes of throwing a topwater seemed pretty pointless, but the chance existed that a bass might come from the green abyss and attack my offering.

One did not.

Going forward, I'm sure there will be many days when it's difficult to make it out the door or find the time to fish, but for now, this was just about as tough as it's been.

Up Next: Looking for a mid-week trip out west. Also, only 3 weeks left in Staten Island. After that, Middlesex and Somerset Counties should be at my disposal.

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