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I never knew how tiring bass fishing really is. I woke up at 4 again this morning — something that I don't even do for my day job as a photographer at New Era Cap. I rolled out of bed and threw on the same lucky clothes as Thursday.
I knew something was up when I walked out the door of my apartment and the neighbor's wind chimes were playing something that sounded like a heavy metal song. I drove to the ramp and waited on the dock to find my Day Two partner Chris Lane. Keith Alan informed me that he was scurrying around for a kill switch. I waited and before I was even able to meet up with Mr. Lane, Trip made the announcement that Day Two had been cancelled.
Most people were happy. I felt good sitting in a money spot and thought it would be a true test of an anglers' ability to go fish the Niagara River.
I have lived in Buffalo my whole life but can count on one hand how many times I have fished the river. I never thought I would say I wanted to fish the river but I am ever studying the way these guys fish and really felt as if I would have got my money's worth watching them trying adapt to fishing the river; after all, it was the back-up plan.
So now I sit waiting for Saturday. Hopefully a much calmer day, a day where we can all enjoy Lake Erie and its abundance of smallmouth freight trains.
Charles Waldorf
