Why does it happen to me every year? I'm up tight to the rocks at Hangman's Isle. Getting a few rats but I think the bigger fish might be a little deeper grabbing bait in the wash off the rocks. Give me a jig to bounce off the rocks. A nice cast headed right for a crevice in the rocks when swoosh a gull swoops through the line in mid air. Would be good if it were calf roping, but down he goes screeching and sceeming. 300 of his sun bathing kin sramble from the rocks to the air. They apparently had just eaten cause they all took this opportunity fill the with droppings as they voiced they're displeasure with what I had done. Last year one picked up a popper, I reeled him in like a kite and was able to unhook him with pliers as he flapped his wings right in front of my face. Gulls have a pretty big wing span from three feet! Does this stuff happen to anyone else or am I really liv'in Dorf's life?
Rocky