I lost a goddamn tackle bag last night at the trestle. Muthrfr. Mustve left it right on the dirt while I was loading my rods, cooler and chair into the car. FUCK. I remember setting the goddamn thing down. I even remember looking around the ground to see if I left anything lying there. Got in the car and did a 6 point turn so I could leave, and still mustve missed tha fucking thing. I just want to smash the world in. Dumb fuck. Couple hundred dollars worth of stuff in there. All my tools, my boga grip (120 dollars right there), about hundred bucks worth of lures, not to mention my fuckin flashlight and every other fuckin tool I need. I didnt even realize it was gone till I went back down there to fish at quarter till 8 tonight. Open my fuckin hatch to get my shit, no fuckin gear bag. FUCK SHIT.
I know some fuckin lowlife found this morning when they went out there. Not like I'll fuckin see that goddamn thing again. I hate everything right now.
dude, that fuckin BLOWS.... Im sorry that you lost your shit there. I say you go searchin everyone down there and kick some ass when you find whos got your crap!
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Wow Jonny...I'm so sorry! I know how much you love to fish. jeez.
Hey, have you considered posting a notice around letting ppl. know it went missing and add a few descriptions? Maybe there is still an honest soul out there? Just a hope...
I'm sorry....that sucks!
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Ya, I posted it on all the Striper message boards I am on. I am really hoping karma fucking comes into play here. I already found and returned a wallet to one guy this summer. I also returned a nice fillet knife an older fella left in a bag of bait he gave to me when he left a fishing spot one day a few weeks ago. Turns out the guy goes to the local bait shop now, and Pete who works there told me he sees the guy a few times a week, so I went home, got the knife and gave it to Pete to give to him.
I called the police station, and nothing. But they took my name & number in case something is brought in. Theres no chance a cop wouldve found my bag, they never go down to this spot. Its a long access road (trail) following the no longer used railroad tracks and trestle. I was hoping maybe someone found it the next morning, and they would be honest and have a conscience. I figured maybe the people fishing in the morning werent like the dopes you get down there in the afternoons/evenings lol. Time is running out though, the chances of me getting it grow slimmer every day.
Guess I'll call Pete and see if anyone dropped it off.
