I was wandering back to one of my "secret" holes, one I’d discovered as a teenager and had never, ever seen another angler or trace of another human at since the early 1980s. Posted on 09/23/2019 5:16:40 AM PDT by w1n1
I was wandering back to one of my "secret" holes, one I’d discovered as a teenager and had never, ever seen another angler or trace of another human at since the early 1980s.
I was 20 minutes into the usual 30-minute hike on animal trails when a person appeared from nowhere. I literally almost jumped out of my waders.
The dude, who looked strung out and definitely not a fellow fisherman, asked, "Hey, you got some smokes?"
"Nope, I don't smoke," I said.
"Do you have any money?"
"Nope, I'm fishing."
"I need some money!"
"Sorry, I can't help you."
"Dude, you don’t understand, I need money."
"Sorry, can't help you,” I said, and walked by him.
Was I scared? Yes, sh*tless!
I reached my fishing hole but couldn't get the thought that he was stalking me out of my mind, or that I would meet up with him again on the way back to my vehicle. Neither scenario materialized, but afterwards I drove straight to a gun shop and purchased my first self-defense weapon. Now, if I’d been packing and ran into the guy, would I have drawn my weapon? No – I did not feel my life was threatened.
Would I have felt more comfortable? Hell, yes! Should my life have become threatened, I would have had the tools and knowledge available to use them. From that point on I realized that the outdoors aren’t just filled with friendly fellow anglers and hunters.
Here's another one - Once, while on the Calawah River in Forks, I’d been fishing with a buddy and we decided to split up. I fished from the mouth up, while he went from the ponds down. Only about a quarter mile up the river I watched two anglers drift fishing a hole. To me, the hole was meant for a float and jig. I watched and conversed with the pair for about 10 minutes, then decided to ask if I could throw my float out.
First cast and it was “Fish on!” The dude who had been fishing the hardest was pissed off, to say the least.
"WTF … You SOB, come into my hole and steal my fish! I oughta kick your ass!"
Not wanting to cause any problems, I told the guy to take my rod. "Here, you reel it in," I said. The guy was furious, though his buddy was cracking up, saying, "Dude, you got freaking schooled!" Read the rest of armed while fishing.
A camp or rudely constructed shelter.
What a combination! My aunt had a Jack Russell. They are simply too much dog for me. All my life, I’ve had large, placid, quiet dogs—very soothing presences (well, maybe the Great Danes were a little jumpy, but basically darling dogs). When I take this one to the vet, he looks ready to give me a sedative.
When I go fishing he goes.....never wanders out of visual and warns me when others are around, 4-legged or 2.
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My half-Newfie’s best buddy was a Westie—he was an absolutely handsome and perfect little gentleman—he charmed everyone!
Good to hear, mine is perfect 99% of the time, it's the 1% that you need to watch out for :)
How old is your grandson? (i.e., does the dog feel especially responsible to protect short people, or does he protect everyone equally?)
They are very sturdy, solidly constructed dogs from what I’ve seen.
Tweekers are everywhere in coastal Oregon.
I had a half German Shepherd that was the same with my toddler.
Well, then find better fishing holes.
Pretty stupid dope dealers to do a deal in front of people
Well done!
I’ve got one that I actually fished with a couple of times, just because I wanted s photo of some fish taken with one. Less than ideal, to be sure.
Blade-Tech, Concealed Carry Concepts, Raven Concealment (my preference).
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