Originally Posted by
Neilslure
I fished a miserable BFL at High Rock Lake in late Feburary or early march a few years back. The lake was real muddy, real cold and the fish had lock jaw bad, think 3 lbs got a check on the boater side and not enough coanglers even weighed fish to take all the checks. I had put in at a ramp across the lake and picked up my co at the take off. We both endured a cold day with some drizzle and snow flurries and both blanked. I dropped him at the weigh in site and he was gone... no thank you, no f$@# off, no gas money... he just bolted. I ran back across the lake to take out, somewhat frustrated and ready to go home. I come into the dock coming in at about a 45 degree angle across the corner, boat is moving a smidge to fast and i step a smidge too far onto the dock with rope in hand. I get both feet on the dock and about that time the rope yanks me off the dock into the 44 degree water, fully dressed to endure a 40 degree day on the water. I swim about 1/2 way in and a guy loading up dragged me to the ramp.