Day 116: Fuck COVID... It's been 1/3 of a Year damn near now... I see we can have Social Circles now of 10 people and not worry about Social distancing in your Social Circle... all 10 people have to have only the same 10 people so get in early before you find out your friends don't love you as much as you thought they did. In your social circle you will be able to do things like touch each other and hug each other and... fuck I can't think of 10 people I have touched in the last year pre-COVID now we are all squaring off toe to toe in some kind of 10 person circle jerk... and this Social Distancing thing is starting to get more enticing. Meh what ever, let me know when it's over and I will read the book. Rolled out of bed and hit the floor running... out I rolled out of bed and hit the floor. Made it to the kitchen and got breakfast for the boy and I... packed the car with the fishing stuff and headed off to meet SideKick. We knocked on the door and woke him up... obviously fishing up here is not like down south... fishing down there is about done at 9am... here we are still looking for car keys. Get the boat loaded up, got some gas... first for the boat then went back for some in the car... I should get some new tires... these are starting to look like the ones on heather's old saturn when she worked at Timmys and was in school full time. We get to the Lake... Lake Ford... not my choice... not a ford kinda guy... hook up the motor... plug in the gas line... it starts rough... runs a bit... starts to cough a little heading away from the dock... runs a bit... starts to cough more... and smoke... ya the smoke was a bad sign... it cacked... No we didn't even bother trying to restart it... it had just become a rudder. Got out the canoe Paddles... back in my wheel house unfortunately, OK where are we heading, damn thing was shorter than the canoe by a little but twice as wide and paddled like a garbage scow. When we got where we were going I took a break and untangled the fishing rods. I took 4. I'm sure he was wondering why the hell I needed 4 for me and the boy so I told him... kids, you know... they get the lines all tangled up, it's just easier to hand them another one and keep fishing... so one was for me and the other 3 so I didn't have to deal with any mess the boy made. He explained to me that some kids are pretty good and don't have those kind of problems (today he was correct). We fished for a bit. All was good... Lawson had it down pat, no tangled lines, a few snags but good knots kept everything in tact until we could get the boat over the snag and free the lures with a little tug. We move to another spot on the lake. I look over and Sidekick has a rat's nest of line at the face of the reel... the line was in the water, his lure just floating around out there somewhere... I didn't say anything at first, I was sure it wasn't a big deal, something he would get worked out I'm sure... soon after I pasted him SPARE ROD #1... LOL he took it gratefully and tossed his in the bottom of the boat to be dealt with at some future date. Now I tie loops on the end of my lines... I hook my stuff to the loop... makes changing leaders, hooks, all kinds of setup quick and easy... apparently he didn't like my knot. Had to take it out and tie it some other way. At this point I would like to say that the same knot on both mine and Lawson's line held all day, through multiple snags and we didn't loose even an inch of line all day, which I have to say is pretty impressive fishing beside the beaver lodge. So he gets hooked up and casts out, maybe once or twice, gets a hit, then nothing... yup, reeled in nothing, no fish, no lure, no leader, no knot... Hey what happen to that new knot you tied in the line? LOTFLMAO... ok so he only lost one lure all day, still not too shabby. The day progressed from cool and almost raining to clear and too fucking hot to fish, the boy didn't care, he fished on. A bit after noon we took a break for a quick shore lunch... gathered some fallen crap wood and twigs stuff we could break with our hands (didn't even have a knife we each assumed the other always had one and I grabbed the wrong tackle box so), made a small fire to cook the hot dogs on... fire building skills in the wild proved adequate, none of us will freeze to death out there before we get eaten by the bears. The Dragon Flies gathered and kept the other bugs at bay which was kinda nice. After lunch we tried for a few more hours but had no luck, too hot, no fish... all sleeping in a cool hole out in the middle someplace trying not to move too much laying in front of the air conditioner eating Cheetos in their underwear no doubt... I don't know... but they were definitely not interested in anything we were doing. I started paddling back to the dock... crap we went a long way... eventually we made it back to the car... dragged the boat out of the water with the truck and flopped it back on the deck and strapped it down. Went back to the house for a drink. Heather put on a pot of coffee and waited for us to bring in the fish and fry up dinner... Tuna Sandwiched... more of the buns perished in the making of dinner. We went to sidekick place and helped him take the boat off the Truck... Heather had to help... sidekick and I were spent, were no longer at the point where we could function properly and the girl had to help. We went home and packed it in... she brought Advil and beverages... see she does love me more. LOL... Ouch... going to be a rough night, hope I don't need to get up and pee any time soon. Ouch.

Lawson Fishing