This was our last quest for huge pike this year (2012). As I did on the few last trips, I was in the company of Razvan Mihuta. It was already much colder, the grass was much scarcer, water was clearer, and the weed was almost no where to be seen. The pike were more funkier that on our last few trips. They weren’t rising for our lures anymore. They needed to be served right in front of their noses, just as you’d need to feed a baby.

We’re not catching the queen of the lake, but in the end we still manage to catch a few barely toping 4-5 kg.

We were almost leaving, when, after drinking to much water, overly hydrated, I need to water the lilies. The rods were in my way, so my first instinct is to move them. That’s what I do. I move them on the other side of the boat, and do my thing. I don’t even hurry, I take all the time I need. I take my time in choosing another bait as well, until I smell something funny. Something familiar, but can’t associate it with anything you could in nature, or engine related. It takes me a few seconds to figure it out… I was smelling burnt resin. The second I realised what I was smelling I knew what happened, and looked horrified towards my rod, which was smoking as as sausage on a barbecue. One part of my rod was touching the + terminal of the 12V battery, while at the other terminal the spinnerbait’s blade was touching the other. The spinnerbait was touching the blank thru the hook keeper… I instantly raised the rod, but I knew it was ruined.

The epoxy melted where the hook keeper was, the hook keeper was no where to be found. The spinnerbaits wire was almost black in colour, and the steel now was as flimsy as brass wire. I asked Razvan to hold the spinnerbait while I load the rod in order to see if it was still fishable… You guessed… It broke instantly!

I have no desire to fish anymore, even though Razvan did, but “fortunately” I’m saved by the rain that starts falling. We have to get back to the docks, because if the rain starts to pick up, we’ll have to call a tractor to haul us out of here, that’s how bad the road was.
Keep in mind… batteries must be kept far away from our graphite rods, this if you don’t care to repeat my experience.