Anyway, I can now fish without fear of the invisible fish and game department. I have only ever seen them once. I was in Rancocas State Park along Rancocas Creek. A mile of rough dirt road brought me to the banks of the creek which was 30 yards away...through deadly-thick mud. Lucky for me, the local warden's were there lecturing a guy who had been teaching his son to shoot a bow. Evidently you can't just toss those arrows anywhere. They directed me to another unfishable spot and never even asked to see my license, then hassled the father son duo some more.
Getting back on track. Last year I made a few trips to Cooper River, a tributary of the Delaware. I caught only a few fish every now and then, but saw some really good looking holes that I just couldn't reach. I figure that now that I am fully mobile I can get to these spots and find the big fat pigs that I know are there. ( I just know, ok).
So here is the spot. The docks leading out into the water are merely floating boxes made out of something that looks similar to the cardboard in egg cartons...and I don't trust it under my feet. In the upper left area, or north western quadrant as I call it, is a great deep pool that runs into a drain or tunnel. I can only get so close to it on foot and at wait to really get in there. Of course the larger bridge in the, eh hem, south eastern quadrant flows tithe west and opens to very steep drop offs on either side. I love the idea of a fat pig bass waiting off
Of the slopes for some unsuspecting bait fish to come lolly-gagging through, only to find that this baitfish is carrying a series of razor sharp treble hooks. All day sucker.
I'll be sure to take some nice pics of the lunkers I snag.
Oh, by the way, these are the same waters that Mike Iaconelli fishes. Or pretty close at least.
-- :el
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