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Subject: Candlewood, Connecticut
Submitted by Schmixum (ip 204.60.211.63)
Date Fished: 2/7/2006
Water Clarity: 0 Some people call it Candlewood; I call it Peckerwood. Why? Because I’ve fished it nearly a hundred times and still can’t catch bass. I put my boat in and bat my brains against the wall for twelve hours or fourteen, and at the end sometimes I haven’t even seen a fish. I have to take a green bottle with me to dull the pain. Reading these posts from Terry B and Special K, I’m disgruntled. These men out-fish me by better than 30 to 1. I make it a point to buy all the lures they recommend, and fish in just the same places they do (I know the lake well) but still I get skunked most of the time. Just once I’d like to read one of these deluxe pros tell the unwashed masses something about what they really do to catch all those fish. What really is it that does it for you? I’ve got three academic degrees and a tested IQ of 155, and I can’t fathom what you do. I have more luck driving around with my binoculars looking for bikinis than catching bass in this lake.
I remember one time I was fishing Peckerwood, and the only bass I had caught all day was a little two-pounder that had jumped out of the water to take my Suspending Rogue as it hung in the air off the tip of an unused rod. Who comes along but the great master himself, Rich Z, throwing a jig. I had been reading his articles in various magazines for years, got the Jolly Green Giant, everything. I had spent a day of my life visiting a distant library to get copies of all his articles from microfilm of the ‘Danbury News-Times.’ So I ask him humbly what he does to catch so many bass in the lake, and his answer is a cast right into my boat. He says “Here, take a look for yourself” and pitches it in. Does anyone here see what I mean? Can you feel my pain? These people are so far over the horizon of the typical fisherman that never the twain shall meet.
What I feel like doing when I read these glowing pro reports is blowing my brains out. Really. I think I’ll drive my boat up to one of those great pro rigs out around Chimney Point, point a gun at my head, call out to Special K and say “Here, see what you’ve done to me” and pull the trigger. I wish there were a section of this message board system for people like me fishing Peckerwood. Real people who have real problems, and the puny little insignificant meatloaf things they have to do to try to solve them. I’m sick of hearing how Superman water-skied across the lake without a boat and caught 50 bass. I want to hear how some little crooked-nosed nobody got up the gumption to catch one nice bass, and exactly what he truthfully did to catch it. Forget about the power brokers and their postprandial remarks—let’s hear it from some honest Joes for once.
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