gone fishin'

3 room mates, 1 case of beer, 3 shitty fishing poles, and the absolute resolve to wrastle some fishies to their doom... this is the setup for this incredible and epoch battle.

Flovilla, GA ... incorrectly claimed to be the birthplace of flo-rida ... has a lake in it. We set out to rent a boat, drink some beer, and catch some fish. Justin, the weather man, says there's a 40% chance for precipitation. Charlie, the cartographer, comes back with printed journey papers which directed us faithfully to the fishland. We arrive after an hour of driving (its down toward Macon parts of the GA) and there's a $3-to-park fee in the middle of bumbletown... booo.... We pay. We drive the entirety of the park before I say "lets just go to the front office." The lady there says "sorry we're not renting boats because of the severe weather warning." HAHAHA.... 40% says NOT severe to me. The joke was on us...

She gives a serious face and says "the museum is open until 4pm" and then laughs in our faces about it. The room mates start to leave and I go "well where's a good fishin' spot?" and she highlights on a map and gives it to me. jackpot. Despite my roommates nagging me about going the wrong way after an ill turn or two I head straight to the spot. We scale the side of a small dam to find the holy land of fishing. You'll see it in the video :)

Who caught the first fish, you ask? ME OF COURSE!

Yea... you can't see much of her but she's about 4 inches... going for 5.

 

So there was an easy place to catch fish because you could watch the little fish stare at the food, take interest in it, and bite it. There might of well have been little thought bubbles over there head it was so easy.

To make a boring and long story short the severe weather warning was serious. The clouds went dark and the wind started to look possessed. I felt like Justin's weather prediction could be wrong. Then the following to videos ensued. Enjoy!

Sorry for the quality. The good 'ol Sony Ericsson w580i is all I had on me. In short the storm blew away some of our gear and then we were spitefully still fishing until mother nature yanked the hat off my head and threw it in the lake. Just after Charlie got in his first two chuckles she did the same to him. We started singing the mission impossible theme song and fished out the hats. fun times, guys.