We all know this is turning into the ‘year of the mosquito’…which makes it tough to cook shore lunch even when liberally dosed with bug juice.
A small gas grill, roil of foil, some lemon pepper and some PAM cooking spray is always in my deep-vee just in case the urge for a quick walleye sandwich on the water seems like the right thing to do.
Back to living outdoors in the year of the mosquito.Not long ago I was fishin’ with my old buddy Webster, working the shoreline for some bass in a local lake.
Before even tying on a spinnerbait I thoroughly painted up with bug juice, with Webster in the back preaching about the evils of florocarbons in the atmosphere and holes in the ozone.
Twenty minutes later I’m just running the bow troller and fishing, catching occasional glimpses of Webster doing a great impression of somebody with Turette’s Syndrome dancing the Macarena.
Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore. Picking up the aerosol can and spraying every inch of exposed skin, including his face, neck and even his hair he proclaimed that the mosquitos had their last taste of Webster!
Meantime I’m holding on to the butt seat in the bow of the boat, having trouble breathing…with tears streaming down my cheeks.
What is so #%**XX#!!! funny? Webster scowled, figuring that I thought his tirade on saving Mother Nature was a joke.
“Jim…” I choked…” Do ya really think that PAM cooking spray will keep the mosquitos away?
The look on his face was priceless. Unfortunately there was no camera aboard. Try to imagine an agitated 180 pound Shell “no pest strip” that’s been hanging outside overnite.
Sometimes the best part of fishing has absolutely nothing to do with catching fish! 
June 21, 2004 at 11:45 pm
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