Our local lake is about 6 ft down, and when the weather is nice, we like to take the kiddos out to explore the shoreline. Shortly into our walk today, we came across an INCREDIBLE stump and roots that had washed up in the last flood. As my wife talked about how nice an addition it would be to my mom's eclectic flower bed, all I could think was OMG, BASS CONDO! Into the truck it went.
Our property backs up to a small pond, but we don't own the property the pond is on. I have permission to fish there, and do so routinely, but I've never explicitly asked permission to bury fish houses (although, I might know where to find last year's Xmas tree). That being said, sometime after replying to CrustyMono's bullet weight thread, I made my move. The stump is heavy... like 60 pounds heavy. I had little doubt it would sink, but just to be safe, I strapped 40 pounds of bricks to it. I made the cold dark trek with the 100lb, awkwardly shaped habitat down to the pond.
My plan was to get the thing in 3-4ft of water. A good toss of about 10 feet would get me that, and I was pretty confident I could do that. With a good grip, I walked down to the mushy bank, wound 'er up, and let it fly! The mechanics of the throw were great... but considering one of the roots I was holding onto snapped under force, Motel Fish only made it about 2 feet from the bank. Crud. It's cold. I don't want to go out there! But I have to. I'm committed now. So I take off the coat, shoes, wool socks, and pants, and brace myself.
**** the water is cold! And I forgot how stinky this shin-deep, black, mucky clay actually is. With my lunker home in hand, I make my way out. Knee deep... brrr... toes starting to go numb. Oh boy, up to the family jewels... oooOOOOOOOOh boy. I can do this... I CAN DO THIS! A 7 pounder will LOVE this thing! Out to my stomach, losing feeling in my feet but sensing my opportunity is near. I take one last look at my surroundings and mentally mark my waypoint, and let go.
It floated.
So what do you think, Mom? Like it?
