Went to buy fishing gear today. They have massive fishing gear stores south of the border. Warehouse style. It’s not just a tackle store. Need a motorboat? No worries. Lots in stock. Need a hunting bow? Hunting guns? Hand guns? Absolutely everything and anything a guy could ever need. As we got to the back of the store, we started to hear a “pop, pop, pop”. I look up and there it is. A shooting range on the second level. Guys shooting handguns. Only in the U S of A. You gotta love it. If only because it’s so in your face.
But I digress. I brought some fishing gear from home. A few rods. A Hawaiian Sling and a gaff at the annoyance of Ashley as they stuck into the passenger seat. (She’ll thank me later when I catch the big one). Normally I fish a fair amount for Salmon back in the Pacific Northwest. They get up to up to 20-30 pounds. I figured I’d just supplement my existing gear once I got down here. Upgrade my line strength. Not so. They use stainless steel leader down here! The actual lure is the size of what I brought home for dinner back home. Hooks that, to me, look like they could handle a great white.
You ever taken a girl to the tackle store? It’s a different experience. We ended up with multiple pink and purple lures. They were “prettiest”. Had to get a few with feathers on them. I suppose there are girl fish out there judging my lures. Fair enough. Got to the checkout line. I was bracing for impact. Fishing ain’t cheap. The blow was softened substantially when the guy immediately before me had a bill of over $500. I think I did pretty well at half that.
Next week we go slaying. Next week I provide for my family. Reserve your seats now. Only a couple seats left on Ben’s Guaranteed Fishing Charters – “Sail. Drink Beer. Slay fish.” Guaranteed.
Check this. Live Bait vending machine. I guess why not?
