You guys and your Wart polishing...
When I was like 8 y/o my dad and uncle took me to MN on a pike fishing trip with them. My "mad money" for the trip was a whole 12.00 and I spent 3.00 of it on a shiney red/yellow weedless Daredevil spoon from the resort store where we were camped.
I was totally OCD about that spoon and if I wasn't eating, fishing, or running errands for the ol'man I was sitting there polishing the spoon with my shirt tail and admiring it to the point that it soon became a running joke for the two grown-up assholes...
"Son, go round us up some kindlin', I'll babysit your spoon".
"Don't fall asleep with that, you'll wake up with it stuck to your face".
Ect.Ect. Ha Ha ha...
So on like the 3rd day of our relationship I finally decided to tie the beautiful thing on and Man did it look sexy in the water!
After about 8 casts I got brave and hurled it across a section of sparse flooded rice, after all it WAS "weedless".
About 6 cranks into my retrieve a nice pike hammered it and dove into the weeds. I leaned into him with all I had, then "pop", slack line
Have you ever been so close to crying when you weren't supposed to and knew if you even so much as opened your mouth to take a breath you'd loose it ?
I couldn't speak for 30 minutes.
There's a moral....
In loving memory