On a lazy weekend in Orgrimmar I found myself putting a few brews back and tossin' a line. It approached that time of day when the sun hit the tree line and every fisherman knows that it's magic hour - the time when legends are made. The mosquitoes were thick and I was weary from the sun's power that day but I decided to cast just one more time before Retiring. The cast was long - a country mile - and I was taking my time reelin it in as I looked back on the day's catch and how good a fish fry sounded for dinner when I noticed something...
there was a swirl of water around my bobber and although it was getting darker by the minute I distinctively knew something was interested and I stopped reeling. Left station less the bobber looked like a beacon of light in a black glassy void and sensing I had perplexed the taker I picked up the reeling - this time fast... very fast. I used figure eights and small jerks to simulate injury and as the lure approached the drop off point near the waterfall - the all too familiar heart-snap and adrenaline rush HIT me as I now had - FISH ON
I struggled to control the getaway - releasing just a bit of slack and giving the beast some time to show me it's mettle. I was surprised at the intensity of this one... it clearly was not the typical snapper or catfish... even the 17 pounder I had caught earlier was a breeze to land compared to this... Yes this was something far more sinister.
the line was taught and my pole looked dangerously angled towards water and I knew I had to act quickly. I stood up and pointed the pole at the waterline and drew my arms up and back using raw force to pull the behemoth up and then compensated on the re-draw with a reeling hand so fast - I think I wore out the bearings of my old Penn. On the repeat motion I finally saw something right beneath the surface... something dark and brutal.. something that seemed like it was aching to get a look at ME! Our eyes met and I felt a chill run down my back as I finally beheld the slick engineered looked of this fish. the dorsal was sharp and the fish was long and lean. I grabbed for my net - a net that was now making me nervous with its now miniscule stature in comparison. I went down into the abyss with it, dying to see this fish out of its element and in mine when, as if God himself had cursed this fish, it looked at me and in a blink of an eye - BIT through my spider-line like it was 2lb test!! With a splash in my face I saw a flicker as this missle accelerated into the deep along with my lure.
I sat there on the now dark water's edge in awe - looking at my frayed line. I picked up my stringer and box and started on the journey home. I knew, however, that this would not be my last encounter with the Crafty God of the Orgrimmar Ponds.
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In my quest to land this fish I present to you the stats:
- started with skill of 55, +5 pole, and lure // Ended at skill of 225, +20 pole and lure
- not once did a fish "get away" so these statistics reflect my experience and although may not be yours, aren't skewed
- I fished every inch of both ponds in Org using multiple casts in same area
- this took around 4 hours although it may be a bit more as I had downed a few during this adventure
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- 317 mudsnappers
- 132 catfish
- 82 sunfish
- 1 17 pound catfish (0.02 %)
- 1 healing potion (0.005 %)
- 1 bloated mudsnapper (0.003 %) (looted 1 shadowgem from it)
- Old Crafty (0.001 %)
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Although you could say the odds are the same for all the rare items above - I actually caught the 17 pounder at fish #45, the healing potion at fish #174, the bloated mudsnapper at fish #312, and The legend at fish #531.
As an footnote (showing that this is only my observed probability - it will most likely not be yours) during the time I spent doing this another person announced they had caught him after only a half a dozen casts... it was a hunter looking to simply feed his pet...
I will divulge that I caught him WITHOUT lure and skill at the time was 225 + 20 for pole but as any true angler, I am not giving away the spot!
Good luck and always remember for true fish masters... trolling is never a bad thing...
(P.S I did NOT practice catch and release...)
Weeoowee (Gnomeragan)
11/25/07
there was a swirl of water around my bobber and although it was getting darker by the minute I distinctively knew something was interested and I stopped reeling. Left station less the bobber looked like a beacon of light in a black glassy void and sensing I had perplexed the taker I picked up the reeling - this time fast... very fast. I used figure eights and small jerks to simulate injury and as the lure approached the drop off point near the waterfall - the all too familiar heart-snap and adrenaline rush HIT me as I now had - FISH ON
I struggled to control the getaway - releasing just a bit of slack and giving the beast some time to show me it's mettle. I was surprised at the intensity of this one... it clearly was not the typical snapper or catfish... even the 17 pounder I had caught earlier was a breeze to land compared to this... Yes this was something far more sinister.
the line was taught and my pole looked dangerously angled towards water and I knew I had to act quickly. I stood up and pointed the pole at the waterline and drew my arms up and back using raw force to pull the behemoth up and then compensated on the re-draw with a reeling hand so fast - I think I wore out the bearings of my old Penn. On the repeat motion I finally saw something right beneath the surface... something dark and brutal.. something that seemed like it was aching to get a look at ME! Our eyes met and I felt a chill run down my back as I finally beheld the slick engineered looked of this fish. the dorsal was sharp and the fish was long and lean. I grabbed for my net - a net that was now making me nervous with its now miniscule stature in comparison. I went down into the abyss with it, dying to see this fish out of its element and in mine when, as if God himself had cursed this fish, it looked at me and in a blink of an eye - BIT through my spider-line like it was 2lb test!! With a splash in my face I saw a flicker as this missle accelerated into the deep along with my lure.
I sat there on the now dark water's edge in awe - looking at my frayed line. I picked up my stringer and box and started on the journey home. I knew, however, that this would not be my last encounter with the Crafty God of the Orgrimmar Ponds.
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In my quest to land this fish I present to you the stats:
- started with skill of 55, +5 pole, and lure // Ended at skill of 225, +20 pole and lure
- not once did a fish "get away" so these statistics reflect my experience and although may not be yours, aren't skewed
- I fished every inch of both ponds in Org using multiple casts in same area
- this took around 4 hours although it may be a bit more as I had downed a few during this adventure
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- 317 mudsnappers
- 132 catfish
- 82 sunfish
- 1 17 pound catfish (0.02 %)
- 1 healing potion (0.005 %)
- 1 bloated mudsnapper (0.003 %) (looted 1 shadowgem from it)
- Old Crafty (0.001 %)
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Although you could say the odds are the same for all the rare items above - I actually caught the 17 pounder at fish #45, the healing potion at fish #174, the bloated mudsnapper at fish #312, and The legend at fish #531.
As an footnote (showing that this is only my observed probability - it will most likely not be yours) during the time I spent doing this another person announced they had caught him after only a half a dozen casts... it was a hunter looking to simply feed his pet...
I will divulge that I caught him WITHOUT lure and skill at the time was 225 + 20 for pole but as any true angler, I am not giving away the spot!
Good luck and always remember for true fish masters... trolling is never a bad thing...
(P.S I did NOT practice catch and release...)
Weeoowee (Gnomeragan)
11/25/07
