Hehe I’m so happy. Yesterday after work, me and my friend decided we needed to get out of the city for a while. So we took a gamble and headed out to a place this guy told us about once. His directions were vague so I’m not sure if we even ended up where he was talking about. We got there about 11:00 and sat around the propane lantern(Stupid drought :() drinking until the light came up. This place was gorgeous, clear mountain water, nice little protected valley. And the fish, hehe my god. The lake is probably less than an acre, but the trout were hugeand hitting. In a two hours I caught one 20 inch brown trout, two 16ish rainbow and 4 10-12 ers. I had a hit by something even bigger too. But I forgot I only have 4 pound line spooled, and he snapped it on his first jump. ( I feel bad about that, Some beautiful fish is probably going to die because my lure is stuck in his mouth. Plus I lost my favorite lure)
The best part is it’s only an hour out of Denver so I can head up there on the spur of the moment, crash out, do some serious fishing, and still be back to work by 10 or so in the morning.
Well I’m off to respool with some heavier line, and pick up another Panther Martin, cause I plan on going back really soon.
Awesome! I protect my fishing spots better than I protect my bank account number.
As far as the big guy who got away with the lure, don’t sweat it too much. About ten years ago The In-Fisherman (I think) looked into the matter and discovered that blood flow around the hook rusts it out in an astonishingly short amount of time–less than a month, in most cases.
Plus, there’s always the chance you’ll catch him again and get your lure back. It’s happened to me.
That’s cool, makes me feel better . By the way, after thinking about it the lake has got to be at least 2-3 acres, probably 4 in a high water year, but it’s still fairly small for that many hogs.
I have a favorite (semi-secret) spot, too, and I’ve taken my son there a few times. The neat thing is, although it’s in the midst of a metropolitan area, you still have to have a boat to get there.
I do wish, though, that you could send a bit of your drought up Minnesota way. I’ve been dealing with extremely high water all year.
For now, I’ll just sign off with those three little words that a fisherman just loves to say:
Get the net!
I have to share my fishing spot (and my oxygen) with people from a corrupted gene pool. 
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