Samuel L. Jackson and Season-Ending SAGWA Sob Story

Well yesterday, I went out with Kevin.  We'd been looking forward to this trip for weeks, having come close to going out several times but having to bail for weather, work, wives, or whatever (the 4 W's).  Finally, got an acceptable forecast and were good to go.  Kevin picked up my boat on saturday night and said see ya tomorrow morning 0430.

So next morning, i'm all packed up and waiting in the driveway.  Its damn cold.  Kev picks me up, I load up my gear and we're off.  Destination:  Campbell Perc Ponds.

100 minutes into the drive with about 65 miles to go and kev hits the last service station on Hwy 1 for sunflower seeds and gas.  I rummage through the cab for my GPS to sift through waypoints, when I realize I didn't bring my crate, i.e, my reels, tackle, and fishfinder are at home!  SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT.  What to do what to do.  Sooooo, tore out the yellow pages containing the Walmart and Walgreens listing, then flipped a biiiiiitch headed north to go buy a rod.

As we're pulling out, we see a 4Runner with a Trident 15 on top.  Pull up and ask him where he's headed.  He says Stillwater.  Don't know the guy otherwise woulda asked to bum a spare rod from him.

Next intended stop monterey wharf.  Wanted to see if we could scare up a rental rod.  There was a 10K or something going on that effected road closures, much consternation and crazy driving.  Witnessed a truck pull  a three point turn right into the hood of a honda civic.  Sucks to be them.

Next stop: Walgreens/CVS.  We pull up, dismount the truck.  As we're walking to the entrance, this guy who is a DEADRINGER for Samuel L. walks out of the store.  i mean he had the height, weight, complexion similarity AND wardrobe consisting of jeans, black leather jacket and a backward Kangol hat!      Dude started mean mugging, apparently thinking Kev's truck was parked toooo close to homeboy's porche.  The car's weren't anywhere near to being bumper to bumper but they were close I ran in, confirmed they had no fishing gear, then ran out, half waiting to see the guy screaming at Kevin "ENGLISH MUTHA***** DO YOU SPEAK IT?

Next Stop: Seaside Walmart (only thing open at that hour) and bought some crappy surf rental rod, then high tailed it back to CRSB.  Conditions looked perfect ... if you were Kelly Slater!  Not a yakker in sight and some really nice right to lefts going off.  Can't launch in that.  

Next stop:  Stillwater.  As we're turning left onto HWY 1, we see homeboy from the gas station, Mr. T15, headed south!  We figure he went to Stillwater, saw the conditions and bagged his trip.  At point, we figured it was a sign from above to just call it a day.

Not wanting to tempt fate with anymore hijinx, we drove back to walmart, and returned that POS surf rig.

To salvage the trip, we ended up at the I-HOP on 41st near Pleasure Point.  With fine breakfast beverages in hand, we toasted Samuel L. Jackson, an exemplary american, all while eating ample portions of everyone's favorite "filthy animal", swine.  For over an hour we busted each other up reciting our favorite SLJ quotes, including:

1. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!  I'VE HAD IT WITH ALL THESE MUTHA**** SNAKES ON THIS MUTHA**** PLANE!"
2. THIS IS A TASTY BURGER!
3. WELL THEN ALLOW ME TO RETORT!!!
4. YES I BELIEVE THEY DESERVED TO DIE AND I HOPE THEY BURN IN HEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL

 

Good times....

Sorry to hear about your mishap fishing trip!  Glad you salvaged it with a good & "healthy" breakfast 

Look at it this way...if you hadn't forgotten your gear, all you would have reported in this post was "long drive, so-so fishing, three rockies and some kelp."  And you wouldn't have had a good breakfast.

Good story. But I prefer happy endings haha.
Shoulda called me dude. I was at Campbell Percs w/extra rods+gear yesterday after my buddy flaked...D'OH! It was slow anyways--you didn't miss much. Just a bunch of stupid carp.

Shoulda called me dude. I was at Campbell Percs w/extra rods+gear yesterday after my buddy flaked...D'OH! It was slow anyways--you didn't miss much. Just a bunch of stupid carp.

My first instinct!  I was like, hang on kev, I'm gonna call PK.  But then I realized my new phone didn't have your number!!  Double AAARRRGHHHHHH

 

Good story. But I prefer happy endings haha.
Shoulda called me dude. I was at Campbell Percs w/extra rods+gear yesterday after my buddy flaked...D'OH! It was slow anyways--you didn't miss much. Just a bunch of stupid carp.

i am not exactly sure what carp are in percs terminology?  golfers?

You Forgot This!.......

Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit.

Great story!

Vermillion look kinda like ocean carp....
Forgot to add my fav quote:
-We're all gonna be 3 little Fonzies. And what was Fonzie?
-Cool?
-Correctamundo!!!

So next morning, i'm all packed up and waiting in the driveway.  Its damn cold.  Kev picks me up, I load up my gear and we're off.  Destination:  Campbell Perc Ponds.

Ummm.. You were going to the Campbell Perc Ponds, but stopped by Monterey, Seaside, and Carmel on the way there?

Martin you have my vote for the most complicated fishing trip ever hope it has nothing to to with your occupation
Didn't Kev bring more than 1 setup?

They speak English in What?

Wow! What a day you had Martin. If it makes you feel any better, my truck is
still not available for me to use for fishing. My daycare provider is still looking for
cheaper quote they can afford to get the truck fix.

Jedmo

Sorry to hear about the misfortune.  On the other hand, super read!

Michael

It was a curse from Voodoo Mama Juju. All from the the valley were doomed.