“Don’t talk smack to a fish unless you know that you can take him…”

Mullet and Dev have returned to the northern reaches of British Columbia where Mullet lost a fight with a very large fish two years ago.  It wasn’t your typical lost battle that most anglers would associate with, but one of those rarer battles where the aquatic quarry leaves a physical reminder of the confrontation.

As Mullet is apt to do when playing a fish on his line (or at any other time for that matter), he began to verbally taunt (à la Tony Montaña) his hooked prey as as he and the fish see-sawed between bouts of drag-peeling runs and the subsequent return of the line to its rightful place on the spinning reel.  As the fish neared the boat with our angler exhibiting his verbal bravado (yes, talking shit to a fish), the leviathan gave one last charge as the mighty Mullet raised his rod to land his catch – at which point the lake dweller dove deep, causing the taut line to smack the rod upon Mullet’s sprig patch, shattering into pieces and leaving our fearless fisherman as the only known person to have a fish break a pole on his head and leave him a bloody mess…

More stories (and smack) are certain to be told when they return next week….