2025, That’s a Wrap
We were crawling back home north on the 5, tail between our legs, dodging the usual San Diego Driving Academy graduates. You know the ones. Dudes trailering boats in the fast lane, brake-checkers, and...
We were crawling back home north on the 5, tail between our legs, dodging the usual San Diego Driving Academy graduates. You know the ones. Dudes trailering boats in the fast lane, brake-checkers, and...
I rolled into the pond parking lot at 5:30, which was about thirty minutes later than planned. The dreaded pre-fishing Costco run got me, and if you’ve ever tried to get in and out...
It was around 5:30 a.m. when The Gooch — yes, that’s what we call him, don’t ask — woke me up. “It’s five in the morning, David. You better be in jail, or caught...
Omar, the resident high school dropout, was whizzing past on his 3 thousand dollar scooter just as I was releasing another chunky 2 pounder back into the aquamarine colored pond. He stopped to chat...
It’s stocking day at Probation Pond, and the locals couldn’t be happier, as the ramp was loaded with anxious individuals ready to score a stocker, or 12. I saw the Merry Men of Sherwood...
I know a guy who fishes the pond who is one of those “I Only Throw Swimbaits” guys. He eats, sleeps and $hits swimbaits. A few days ago, he had made his way down...
Once upon a time, I was asked what my favorite bass was to target. I blurted out “Spotted Bass!!” before the person asking could finish the question, and then went off on a campaign-like style...
The clock hadn’t hit 11 am and Edna from Accounts Receivable had gotten on my last nerve. Usually this happens around 3 pm, but this was a new record for her. All morning, she...
Ah, Probation Pond. A hard core angler’s humble yet all-inclusive abode, complete with blue tinted water, towering palm trees, and shopping cart reefs. Hungry? The catering is provided by the taco stand, and dessert...