The stored procedures have been modified.
The logic has been corrected.
The data has been ETLed and promoted.
The code has been deployed.
The reports have been made available.
Now I can fish ... finally.
Yeah, I got my line wet last Friday. But calling that fishing would be like wiping your arm-pits with baby wipes and saying you showered.
So after dinner I headed over to the lake before the sun went down. I started off with a spinner bait but didn't have any luck with that. Not even a nibble. After a while I started throwing a crankbait. The fish liked that crankbait almost as much as the spinner. Still nothing.
I figured, "What the heck!" and tied on that little bluegill pattern swimbait. The next thing I know, this nice bass absolutely SLAMMED that little swimmer.
He wasn't messing around. The place where I caught him didn't have any light and I was having a hard time getting the bait out of his mouth, so I ran over to where I could see better. He had totally hammered that bait. It was all the way down inside his mouth with the single top barb stuck in the roof of his mouth, and the treble stuck down near his gills. That was awsome ... but was soon overshadowed.
After a little while I moved down a ways, still using that same little bluegill. I casted it out to the middle of the lake and within 5 seconds of it hitting the water I felt another bass hammer that bait. At this point I'm thinking this may work out to be a pattern right now. This fish came way up out of the water, but he was still so far away that I could only see a shadow. Again I was standing in a dark area, so as I fought him I started walking over towards some light. This guy had a lot of fight, and I'm thinking "The force is strong with this one!" He came up out of the water a couple more times trying to shake that bait loose. I got him over into the light and my eyes got big. This was a very nice sized bass. Probably at least 1 1/2 times the size of the one above.
My bait was hooked right in the corner of his mouth. It was perfect.
I knelt down on the bank to grab him. I grabbed my line in my left hand and was ready to grab him with my right when he pulled off one last big headshake. It worked. My line snapped and he left me kneeling there like a Catholic kid getting ready to enter the pew, trying to remember if, when you genuflect, it's supposed to be left shoulder first, or right?
I couldn't believe it. I just sat there. Such a nice bass ... gone. I stood up, but just stayed right there staring at the water. Gone.
"Blooop!"
What the....!
HoLy CoW!!!! He had dropped back in the water and had been floating just under the surface hidden in the shadow of the bank the whole time I was knelt there. That 'blooop' was him getting his wits back and taking off for deeper water. With my bluegill still stuck in the corner of his mouth. And that was my last bluegill!!!
SHHEEEEEESH!
That's It! I'm going back to WalMart to get more of those swimbaits.
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