Kay, so I used to be way into fishing. Bass, bluegill, catfish, I loved to hook them all. Well, one day me and my buddy were out on the lake, not getting a single bite. After a few hours, we just said fuck it and put our poles in the pvc pole holders and started to burn one. After about a half of this joint (it was Burmese Khush, I do believe), we were both blowed out of our minds. We got into a discussion about some stupid thing or another, when all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my pole jerk. I jumped up faster than I think I ever have, sending the j flying to the ground, to get ahold of my pole.
I had to wrestle this fish for about 5 minutes, but I finally got up this 35 pound, 36inch long steelhead!! I got it into the boat finally, and realised that all that adrenaline had completely taken away my buzz. Both my buddy and I looked for this half a j for about 15-20 minutes, when we found it…in the pvc pole holder!! I’ll never forget that trip, or that fish