Guy I used to fish with came by the shop today, needed a little work on his boat.
I took him to lunch while the service tech got him lined out.
This particular subject came up while we were swapping fish stories.
He reminded me of something that happened a long time ago. We thought you guys would get a kick out of it.
Those balance beam fish cullers had just come out.
Roy, being Roy bought the very first one the local tackle shop sold. He’s still the first one in line for a new gadget.
That weekend there was a Okie Team Bass event on Grand, we drove up there on Thursday, got in a couple days pre-fishing. Had a fair lock on three solid patterns.
During the tourney we started culling about noon, Roy was working the back end, doing clean-up with a salt craw behind my slow rolled spinnerbait in flooded brush. I caught one about three or so, swung it into the boat. Roy grabbed it, we’d seen two more wakes in the grass patch when I’d run the bait through it.
I didn’t pay much attention, heard the splash as the culled fish went back.
Third cast back Roy hung another one about the same size. I lipped the fish and handed it to him. Commenting it might cull another one. He grabbed the smallest fish out of the well, hung them both on the balance,
then unhooked the low fish and tossed it over the side! Once I recovered from the shock my commentary on this action could be heard half a mile away. It was quite obscene, questioning his ancestry, intelligence, personal hygiene and a few other intimate habits.
It took him a few seconds to realize why I was just a tad bent out of shape. When he finally got it, he looked at the culling balance, at me, back at the gadget. And proceeded to throw it about 100 feet out into the lake.
Now, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, we were two pounds out of the money. The two fish he’d thrown back wouldn’t have made that much difference.
But for the next year I absolutely refused to let him bring any newfangled gadget on my boat. Good thing we were, and are still good friends, or I might have ended up with a fat lip. I do get a kick out of corncobbing him about it from time to time. We get a laugh out of it.
Now.
(Side note, I have two of those balance cullers now)
Richard