Saturday, October 29, 2011

Day 169: Breakin' The Law

I opted-out of the scenery shot to avoid incrimination.
When: Friday, October 28th, from 5:15pm to 6:30pm
Where: I plead the 5th
What: Fishing
Weather: Fair skies, 48 degrees, calm wind
Barometric Pressure: 30.19in and steady
Moon: Waxing, about a day after new
Water Conditions: A tad high and slightly stained

I may be indicted by the Feds for this outing, however, I'm going to try and avoid that fate. I will therefore withhold certain details of this "mis"-adventure.

Here it goes.

At some point in the near past, a person told me about a spot where there might be a musky. Yet another individual told me about a huge walleye that was pulled from this very same place. I've been within 50 yards of the exact location a handful of times, but getting there presented a whole set of obstacles.

How many obstacles I had no idea.

After work on Friday, I traveled a short distance and parked on a side street in a town that shall remain nameless. After a 5-minute quick-change into jeans and my new slop boots, I walked down a small hill and headed aimlessly towards my best guesstimate at where I might find the water.

Enter the Blair Fish Project.

Although only a stone's throw from civilization, I immediately felt an eerie aloneness and unsettling tranquility as the leaves whistled in the wind. The fall gloominess only exacerbated the creepiness. After a few steps, I startled an entire flock of Perdue Oven Roasters from the brush and minutes later flushed a few deer from hiding. Along the way, I fjorded many a small brook, puddle and mud pit.

This was not the most enjoyable hike I've taken and I immediately wondered how I was going to make my way out.

After what seemed like an eternity...I spied water...and the neat row of freshly polished "No Trespassing" signs that formed a perfect perimeter around the sexiest outcropping I've ever seen in my entire fishing career. Upon further inspection, I saw the signs were put there by the federal government. For what purpose, I don't really know.

God Bless America!!!

I going to spare everyone the full rant, but I will say there is not even a road that goes back to this piece of property. There is also nothing there that anyone could possibly want to protect. If those signs were really necessary, one would think there'd be a better way to defend whatever needs defending.

Regardless, there was no way a few signs were going to stop me from getting to the final destination.

Or so I thought. For as I approached the line of well-placed warning signs, I heard a mechanical voice in the background.

"Stop, you're photograph has just been taken and can be used to prosecute you, leave the premises immediately."

I can't make this stuff up.

After turning around, I saw the "box" on a pole a short distance away, camera and loud-speaker. I was astonished. A few choice words passed through my head, and I made my retreat.

I'd like to tell you how the rest of this outing went, but does it really matter? That's the story. All you need to know is that I got in my 30 minutes of fishing and I didn't catch anything.

That's really all you need to know.

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