Originally Posted by Scalded Dog
I used to fish. A lot. Loved it. Stream fishing was my favorite, but lake, and even some saltwater fishing fit into my routine.
Then, I got stationed at Fort Riley, Kansas... not my first choice, by any means, but, at the welcome ceremony (to the Big Red One!), the speaker mentioned that while Kansas may not have mountains or oceans, at least there was great fishing to be done. Great!
So, I started fishing Kansas. I fished, and fished, and fished. I fished some more. Then, I fished again. I kept fishing, and fishing... and fishing.
Only, I couldn't catch a fish. I had always been a decent fisherman in the past... but something about those Kansas fish wasn't working for me.
I fished in lakes and reservoirs and rivers. I fished in ponds, and backwaters. I fished anyplace that would wet a line. One man- made reservoir near post was shallow enough that I could still see the paved roads that were there before the reservoir was flooded, just under the surface of the water. I could drive my car quite a distance into the middle of the reservoir, sit on the roof of my car, and fish from there. I could SEE the damn fish, and I could even bounce the bait off of their freakin' fish noses... but couldn't catch a fish.
Sure, fishing isn't necessarily about hauling in fish. But, when you fish and fish and fish and fish... and hardly EVER even feel a nibble, let alone get to fight a little bit, it gets tiresome.
After one day of fruitless fishing, after many previous days of no- lucking, I had finally had enough. There's a nice tackle box, fully stocked, and a nice pole and reel, in the reservoir outlet below Milford Lake, for anybody who is interested.
That was many years ago, and I have not fished since. Kansas cured me of fishing.
The End.
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