delta1 wrote:Indeed...MACS took me out to his Happy Hunting Grounds, his nickname for the pleasure zone, in his snazzy white convertible. It was cozy, yet roomy enough for us to roll and bounce around in. He let me use his lucky pole: not long, but stiff, yet flexible....perfect for what was yet to come...
It was a calm cruise...until the pole's tip started popping and twitching and jerking and the round mound at its base started singing...the pole stiffened with all the pulling...and bent to the side to side action...in and back out...too many times to remember...rhythmic and circular hand motions...my body twisted this way and that...lost my balance several times as the convertible swayed to and fro...the exertion was fatiguing...but slowly and surely, the payoff was in view...the last few pumps were strenuous and furious...and MACS used his supple hands to bring it home...my first yellowtail!!!
First yellowtail fish...
We both enjoyed a Montecristo petit robusto afterwards, murmuring about the fantastic event that just happened...
Man, that was a vivid and colorful (ahem)
,blow by blow description of your encounter with Macs' pole....I feel a little naughty after reading it
…..I was going to ask why Macs called his pole YellowTail, I actually thought he had a recurrence of his dribbling issue from The Morro Bay Herf...but you cleared that up at the end there.....never mind...
Man you guys seem to really enjoy your....ok, we'll call it fishing.....Freaks