Post by olhillbilly on Apr 22, 2008 0:46:01 GMT -6
Went ta Clinton today. Thats not Hillery Clinton. But a town called Clinton which is north of here. Had in my mind to get a sinker mold and a Big spool of Spyderwire. (fishin line for y'all that dont know) Went to this Tackle store that I hadnt been to for prolly 7 or 8 years. Well, not since I usedta buy stuff from them when they sold wholesale and I hadda business.
Me and JM was just gawkin around an I talked to a customer that I happened to know. Then I found the sinker molds. What I really wanted was a mold that went up to 2oz. They didnt have one that I could find. Then here comes the calvary. One of the codgers that was runnin the place says, Whatcha lookin for?" I says, I'm lookin for a mold you aint got. He asks which one? I rattled off a model number. He looks and says, (get this) "We dont have that one".
So I said, How bout this number. He looks an say<"we dont have that one either" Duh. He asks what I'm lookin for an I tells him. He told me same thing I already knew.
So I asks him if he had a bigger spool of spyderwire than 150 yards? He said nope.
Then I said, I bet I know sumpthin else you aint got. I bet you aint got them clips like ya usedta set out lines for carp with. He looked at me dumbfounded. I held up a stringer an said, Snaps, like these. Ya puta hook on an some cottonseed an...... An he looked even more dumbfounded. Said he'd never trotlined like that.
Thats when my patience grew a bit thin. and said, "I bet you fish for bass, dontcha?" An he said "yup, he liked bass fishin". I said "theres yer problem, yer a bass fisherman." 
And this guy was old enuff to know what I was talkin about. And worked inna well known tackle shop.
As a friend once told me, its them trails of fumes the jets leave behind thats makin everyone stupid. I am begining to think he mite have sumpthin there.
As we were leaving, JM said "they wernt very friendly in there, were they?" I said, Nope but dont think its personal. I think they get that way at bass fishin school.
Far as fishin tonight went.... Was out for three hours an cawt three shad an got one bite. Perty much sucked.
Me and JM was just gawkin around an I talked to a customer that I happened to know. Then I found the sinker molds. What I really wanted was a mold that went up to 2oz. They didnt have one that I could find. Then here comes the calvary. One of the codgers that was runnin the place says, Whatcha lookin for?" I says, I'm lookin for a mold you aint got. He asks which one? I rattled off a model number. He looks and says, (get this) "We dont have that one".
So I said, How bout this number. He looks an say<"we dont have that one either" Duh. He asks what I'm lookin for an I tells him. He told me same thing I already knew. So I asks him if he had a bigger spool of spyderwire than 150 yards? He said nope.
Then I said, I bet I know sumpthin else you aint got. I bet you aint got them clips like ya usedta set out lines for carp with. He looked at me dumbfounded. I held up a stringer an said, Snaps, like these. Ya puta hook on an some cottonseed an...... An he looked even more dumbfounded. Said he'd never trotlined like that.
Thats when my patience grew a bit thin. and said, "I bet you fish for bass, dontcha?" An he said "yup, he liked bass fishin". I said "theres yer problem, yer a bass fisherman."
And this guy was old enuff to know what I was talkin about. And worked inna well known tackle shop.
As a friend once told me, its them trails of fumes the jets leave behind thats makin everyone stupid. I am begining to think he mite have sumpthin there.
As we were leaving, JM said "they wernt very friendly in there, were they?" I said, Nope but dont think its personal. I think they get that way at bass fishin school.
Far as fishin tonight went.... Was out for three hours an cawt three shad an got one bite. Perty much sucked.
