Fishing Report - 11/27 - 3 for 3

[Scott McKee]

I seem to be losing my hearing as I get older.  Tom Page's was damaged when he was in the service.  We made a fine pair today in the Harbor on Tom's Cadillac of a Star Craft.  Decked out in matching Stearn's float suits and color coordinated headwear, we had a great time yelling to each other.  To confound our lack of hearing, Tom only plays the Sex Pistols and Public Image Limited at full volume.  "You can have your Beethoven," he said, "when I troll it's Johnny Lydon or nothing!"  He has quite the sound system, which he assures me was purchased legally from, and installed by a guy name Johnny Quid in a back alley near the Black Rock Canal.  Apparently Tom and this Johnny fellow hit it off.  After traipsing around Europe they became fast friends and kindred spirits with famous movie director Guy Ritchie.  Tom's life was the inspiration for Ritchie's 2008 RockNRolla.  Ritchie went with that title and changed a few things when the test audience didn't warm to RockNTrolla.  I would have stuck with the latter.

(Back to the fishing report...)

Tom was telling me he considers a good fish forty-eight inches long.  I thought he said "four to eight inches" long.  When my rod went off (it didn't really go off, the rod tip just sort of jiggled), I was psyched.  When I saw what was on the other end of my chartreuse coachdog Legend Plow, I was a little disappointed.  The gizzard shad was only about 3 inches long!  A few minutes later the same rod popped again.  There must have been a bunch of shad there, because this gizzard was the same size.  What a day we were having!  I’ve always been a numbers guy and two gizzards is a great day in the Wasteland.  When my Plow jumped again a few hundred yards later, I had my three fish day!  I apologized to Tom that the gizzards weren’t up to his four to eight inch standard, which caused Tom to look at me like I had two pull points.

After a brief explanation of his forty-eight inch standard, I finally realized he was talking about muskies.  I thought we did pretty well for ourselves until I learned we weren’t after gizzards.  Thanks again for a magical day on the water Tom.  Next time I will try for teeth!

I’m out in the breeze all day in the Strait tomorrow as Team Beefcake reunites.

People ask the question... what's a RocknTrolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about freshwater drums, bass, and musky rips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the trout, some the salmon, others the walleye game, the glamor, or the fame. But a RocknTrolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknTrolla wants the (expletive deleted) lot.