The Evil Cleat
|I hate this particular boat cleat with a passion.|
|Madison Musky Addict|
Leaving the dock the following morning JJ was quick to notice the new rod and jokingly asked how long this one would last. JJ has had the very honorable distinction of being the angler that is with me every time I blow up a musky rod. Usually I go through 2-4 a season, and every time I destroy a St Croix rod he's right next to me asking if they are really worth the money (they are). He's also quick to bust my chops about being a brand whore, but is always nice enough to loan me a rod so that I can finish out the day. Fast forward an hour or so and you'll find us on Lake Monona and in our usual groove. JJ running the boat from the front and me bomb casting open water from the stern. After a while my carpel tunnel got the best of me and I sat down the new rod to rest my hands and drink some coffee. That's exactly when the EVIL boat cleat jumped into action. As I lifted my rod to start casting again it grabbed my new St Croix and we heard a slight CREEAAAKKKKK. JJ quickly joked that it was a close call and I of course had to chime in and add to the karma by saying it would probably break today. In fact I even said, "Bet it will explode as I set the hook on a northern pike. Two casts later I set the hook...BANG!!!
|I swear to god, it just exploded!!!|
|In all honestly though, I like catching pike.|