Crazy story about the pet smallmouth and electric fence.
When i first started fly fishing I was at the UofA and had not spent much time in the outdoors. Needless to say I grabbed ahold of the electric fence to step over it, not knowing what it was, and manage to get one leg over before the current caught up to me. I didn't have any clue what had happene for at least 30 seconds till I realized the fence was hot. I still curse that fence every time I go. The fishing is still quite good down there.
This is almost needing its own sub forum. I say we name it urban fishing. Creeks running through town, golf course ponds, ect!