Stuck: what you do?  Go Fishing!

Anyways this is true, true, true story that just happened so sit right back and enjoy the story grab a beer pop coffee or tea relax and enjoy today's entertainment.
 
Anyways there I was fish in hand and a charging bear came barreling out of the woods at 50 mph nostrils flared teeth gleaming shiny white in the sun slobber and drool slowing inching back on the side of the mouth. Oh sorry wrong story this is the one about getting stuck.
 
There I was miles from no where on hidden double top secret lake. Double top secret means you can catch your limit on good days. Of Nice big 5-6 pounds Northern Pike. Anyways incase you have not heard North Dakota had one of those winter last year that makes even the most strongest person who believe in Global Warming to doubt it. I mean it was winter of cold snow high wind snow flooding snow rain flooding and snow did I miss anything. Needless to say this spring the roads are a wee bit out of shape. Ok maybe like you need a tank to get around certain areas.
 
My 4x4 has a blown transmission my 2 wheel drive truck decided it was a deer hunter and smashed one to bits. Unfortunately for the truck it was NOT a great deer hunter received serve injuries still waiting for repairs. But it is fishing season what is a guy going to do right?  Jump in the car and drive down the tank path to the fishing lake. Over the hills through the valleys down the river opps sorry that in another story about a 4x4 truck going down the river.
 
I make it to the lake driving into the lake on the little 2 track road that is often mistaken for a cow path I ran in to a wee bit of mud puddle perhaps you have seen this type 150 long not to bad at first but the farther you get into the tank trap you realize too late you are about to be permanent fixture of the road. You know the feeling a sudden lunge a bounce a crunch and the car is high center with the tires spinning in water but not touching the ground. If you have never experience this great joy of outdoor fun it is common follow but words that I can not even print for they would hurt your eyes.
 
Being that one I was miles from any house and two all alone and third without  shovel much less paddle you could say I was a up a puddle without a paddle if you like. (grin) Now darn it I came here to fish and fish I well, worry about the stupid useless car and cuss at the stupid useless truck for blowing the transmission and want to shoot ever deer I see to protect my next truck I never the less put on my best face and decide to go fishing. Slipping in the mud and falling up to my knees in water was not even going to bother me. Kicking the stupid useless to low to the ground car I mange to grab my fishing pole and go try my hand at catching the toothy monster called Northern Pike.
 
Now you would think this lake protected by it is double top secret name the fish would be jumping on every cast but at last that is not to be today.  I cast and cast and cast and cast my arm is sore hours later and not so much as a swirl of fish ducks sure muskrats sure geese no problem but a fish forget it. I have done work along the shore now for about 2 miles. Convince the next spot will be the one. Standing on this tall bank I make the cast the wind blowing at my back the sun peak out from behind a cloud and warm the rod is almost yank out of my hands. I try to hang on to pole and jerk to late he spit the hook still reeling in I look down and there is not 1 not 2 but 3 nice size Northern pike chasing my bait. But as my luck would have they were all from the same family of near sighted morons and if you can believe it not 1 of the moron fish could catch the bait.
 
Next cast I reel in about 10 feet when the freight train hit I was ready I set the hook hard and firm to penetrate the boney thick jaws and the fight was on. The quick thrill the excitement as the drag screams in protest the fish power away. A nice fish for sure and for certain. I slowly careful work him to shore without a net landing a 5 pound pike must be handled with care. I walk down the bank to the water edge as normal with a large powerful fish when I pulled him to shore seeing me a renewed strength and power as he sped off to deep water. The drag screamed a nice fish over 24 inches maybe in the 30 inch range. Slowly carefully work him back to shore. I reach down and grab him by both eyes pulling him free of the water. Not taking any chances I walk in land in case I drop the slick fish. I work the hook out careful of the razor sharp teeth. A beauty about 5 pounds at least 28 inches long. 2 more and I can called it a day. Well the fish telegraph must have sound while I was busy not another bite not another swirl nothing I walked down the shore and hook another nice one the fight was on for about 30 seconds saw him surface once shake his head and spit the hook.
 
That is enough time to take care of the car I walk back with my prize put him in the Rubber mind tote half filled with water. Now the decision what to do a great opportunity to film a getting stuck and how to survive in your car video right to bad the knucklehead moron driving the car didn't think to bring the video camera along.
 
So what now? I figure on my keen sense of wood knowledge and luck that the best course of action was walking out. Being that it was a Tuesday and the chances of someone coming down this road was slim to none. I head off into another adventure in North Dakota land. Walking for the 4 miles out to the next road was not to much of a problem except you never realize just how long and how far and how deep the valley are when you are driving. But I learn something walking up this never ending hill it never seems to stop. Once I thought I was on top I was only on a plateau and another 10,000 feet away I might just make it to the top. Ok Ok I might be exaggerating just a little give me a break this is a fishing story right the big one that got away and all that.
 
Finally after reaching to the top of the now highest Mountain in North Dakota ok ok second highest Mountain in North Dakota ok ok how about the second highest hill in my county there that does sound almost believable right. :-) Cresting the hill dying of thirst thinking 4 miles is taking a long time I reach the next road and luck would have a nice lady who runs a farm gave me a ride to her house and her son gave me ride back to my car pulling me out with his truck. He did mention something about getting a truck when I explain what happen with my deer hunting truck and cheapo transmission 4x4 he laughed and said welcome to North Dakota. LOL
 
Finally make it home with one prize fish one dirty muddy to low to ground piece of )*&)(&(^&TGYYHL(*N&UY^&^%&UYLIOJ"_) O:P*&U^&YGY<OI&I&^YGJUYO(& O*&O*&(*+{_)(+){&I&^%^%RT^ T^%^YJYU%^ T^YH car and one great dinner of fish.
 
Until next time my dear trusted fans followers and people needing entertainment reading about this poor smuck in North Dakota with no truck have a great weekend. BTW donatition for a real truck well be greatly appreciated. Just Kidding. :-)

Buckshot

*20 August, 2009 is the date that Buckshot's Articles were migrated from the Trapping Section to his own sub domain on RuralSurvivial.info