It’s time again for one of Team Lightning’s famous fishing stories. This story takes once again takes place in Norton, MA at the pits, the same place as the first story.
Just as any other normal weekday, at around 3 o’clock me and Chris were deciding where to go fishing. We decided on going to the pits which is probably only about 5 minutes from my house. This time one our friends Mark aka Marky J came along. He had some time to kill before he went to work so he decided to come fishing with us. Mark doesn’t really have any interest in fishing which makes it pretty funny to watch him fish. He often pulls up nothing but a hook, turns around and says “I never felt a bite.”
It was probably about 3:30 in the afternoon when Chris got to my house to pick me up. Even though the forecast for that day called for rain, we still decided to go fishing.On the way to the pits I probably asked Chris no less than 3 times if he had ponchos for all 3 of us as I had left my poncho at home. Every time I was given the same response “Yeah man it’s all good, don’t worry about it.” So we get to the pits and start walking to the first spot. The spot that we usually start off a is a good size pond with a channel that creates kind of an L shape on one side. We usually work as much of the inside edge of the L shape as possible, with the point and bend being the most successful spot. This point is the most productive because the L shape has made spots of vegetation which the fish use as cover. This combined with the flowing water of the channel make it a good spot.
At this point we had been there for about 30 minutes when the sky started looking real mean. I’m talking black. This is when I start looking for a poncho only to be reassured by Chris that he has 3 and he would get them when it started raining. We were all standing within about 10 feet of each other on a rocky outcrop that juts out into the channel. This outcrop has created a nice vegetated cove that I was fishing pretty hard with a Scum Frog. Right about this time is when the sky decided to open up like I have never seen before in my life. You could have filmed this rain and used it as hurricane footage for the news. I turn around just in time to see Chris finishing putting on his poncho, and Mark standing there like a wet rat. “Where’s the rest of the ponchos Chris?” “Umm, I think they’re in the front pocket of my bag.” At this point I know, that he knows, that I know he only has 1 f****** poncho.He then turns to me with a smirk on my face and goes “My bad.”
By now I’m already soaked. I’m so wet that the brim of my hat has lost all rigidity. My shirt literally has become plastered to my body. The worst part is that it’s now raining harder than it was when it was raining hard and Chris, who drove us, is perfectly dry. Our usual rule for fishing is that if we see lighting we’re out. It’s called Team Lighting, not Team Struck By Lightning. I don’t quite remember if it was lighting but even if it was it would have been hard to see it. After a couple of minutes I just gave up on the hope that I was going to stay dry and started to fish again. The only thing that saved the whole day was the bite that I got when I started to fish the weeds again. I was still throwing a small Scum Frog when a slob hit it about 5 ft away. To this day the biggest fish either one of us has ever caught at the pits. Made it worth it to get soaking wet. We fished for a little bit longer with no luck then decided to call it a day. As with any New England storm the sun was now out. The walk back for me and Mark was pretty miserable. Every time either of us made a comment about being wet, Chris would respond with “Really? I’m dry.”
To this day I keep two ponchos in my tackle bag at all times no matter what.
