If you have followed this blog for any length of time you know that I have caught fish on every trip I have made…that’s 12 different bodies of water in a row…and many done under extreme weather conditions from 40-mph winds to 102-degree temperatures. Most from land, a couple from a boat…one from my belly boat. That said (given these almost impossible conditions) would the streak end at “unlucky 13” or would I keep it alive?
Now I was committed!
It was now or never…once again I climbed to where I could reach the root and using it for both strength and balance climbed to where I could just barely see over the top ledge. In a last ditch effort…using my elbows for leverage…I managed to pull myself up to the top. Uncertain exactly where I was I now began the long walk back to the truck but not without first having to walk 300-yards through head high grass, weeds and thickets to get back to the trail.
NOTE: When you watch the fishing video please take note of some of the creek banks in the video to fully appreciate the gravity of the situation, my dilemma and the highly trained athletic ability honed over many, many years that was required to scale such an obstacle. Thank you. Did I mention "highly trained"?