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Originally Posted by Eskimo
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That's awesome. Good save.
Be careful with those ponds of ambiguous ownership. As I mentioned in an earlier post, the last time I stopped to look at a small pond, a fat lady jumped our of her truck and started chasing me through the woods. Luckily, the trail started going up a steep hill and she got winded running on her short, pudgy legs. I was able to out-distance her and get away.
You definitely want to keep the location of that pond a secret. There are some serious bucketeers in New York. Especially from Brooklyn. They'll have that pond emptied into a few coolers by the end of the summer, leaving you with nothing but small sunfish.
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lol Back in my teens, we used to fish the six-acre pond in front of General Electric. A couple of those days, we caught more than 200 bass between two of us inside of an hour. Finally, the gig was up. I went at night. Age 17, I was too inexperienced to know parking my car roadside and putting on the blinkers, as if to say, "Leave me alone, just broken down," simply invited trouble. I'm out there bloopin' the surface and catching bass, when a huge van comes around side the building with search lights. I dash into the high grass and dive down as lights pass over me. Then two squad cars arrive at my station wagon on the road. I'm hiding out a good five minutes when I hear an officer on loud speaker, "Bruce Litton, we have your driver's license. You can come out now." I had left my wallet on the seat, car unlocked. They were smart enough to figure I was fishing, so I come walking out, hands up, a gesture of combined respect and laughing self-mockery. I had half a six-pack they took from me, no further questions, just, "Please don't do this again."
Can you imagine the repercussions in today's Draconian "America."