Just when you think a broken rod is the worst thing that could happen
The next time you feel like whining because the fish aren’t biting, remember that it could always be worse. Last week my husband, Mike, our son, Maddex, and my stepdad, Steve, killed an afternoon by fishing on Okauchee Lake. That's not all we killed. My fishing line getting snagged on the bottom of the boat was only the beginning of the series of unfortunate events. I am not sure how the line got snagged, but I learned that sometimes you just have to say goodbye to the lure and cut the line. Yes, I snapped the rod. To make matters worse it was not my rod, it was Steve’s. The pole was a medium action lightweight job. Apparently, I pushed it beyond its limits.
The fish must have been too busy laughing at my broken rod to eat. They were not biting, so we decided to head in. Steve started up the motor and hit the gas. An awful noise came from behind the boat. It sounded like the prop was going to fall off at any moment. The motor could not handle any speed faster than 2 mph, or the racket would start again. Darn! After about a half hour of crawling back to the launch, forward motion was no longer an option since the prop was full of weeds. Steve had to continue on by driving backwards. I was impressed with his skills as he maneuvered the boat under a bridge with cement walls. Suddenly, the engine stalled. We ran out of gas while under the bridge. Mike and I kept the boat from hitting the cement walls while Steve switched the tank. We made it back in just under an hour. At least Maddex caught a small bass that afternoon, and I learned to cut the line early if you don’t “know the rod.” Poor Steve inherited a new summer project in bringing the outboard back to life.