So I'm doing some garage cleanup late yesterday afternoon and I smell something... think, "Something has definitely died in the garage." Keep a fairly clean garage so am able to eyeball it for a second or two. Think to myself, "Don't SEE anything dead?"

Use my nose to guide me to the smell of death, and stop right in front of my tall tackle box. Appreciating that I have multiple jars of various goodies in gulp juice in the bottom half of my tackle box, think, "This CANNOT be good..."

Have to say at this point that during the free cobia trip offered to Wolfeman he brought no tackle so he had to use mine, and as fate would have it he needed some gulp to tip his sabiki rig and I told him where it was with the UBER-CLEAR request, "Wolfeman, make sure that the jars stay upright as one of them doesn't seal well."
So back to the smell of death story... with much trepidation I lift the top half of my tackle box off the bottom half to weigh the damage... and... LORD HAVE MERCY UPON MY SOUL... what I find is one of the rankest sights I've seen and that's having served in a combat M.O.S. in the USMC. Best way I know to describe it was that the smell was comprised of equal parts rotting flesh, rotting fish, toe cheese, vomit, and feces from some sick animal.
So bad the gag reflex is kicking in STRONG.

The visual is almost as bad... obvious volume of gulp juice in the bottom of the box but also looks like intestines from some mystery animal have been thrown in? NO FREAKING IDEA what Wolfeman dumped in the bottom, but know it must be cleaned pronto between waves of intermittent gagging. Almost too nasty to share but here's the sight that greeted me...
What the picture DOESN'T show is the items that had been bathing in the RANK solution for going on 5 days. Threw away an unopened sabiki rig because it had turned into a black blob in the package, had a pack of braided line that was saturated in the stuff, some 3 ounce lead sinkers that looked like they developed cancer, and a pack of unopened plastic swim-bait lures that somehow took on 4 or so ounces of the death juice.
So, yep, Wolfeman, takes a free half day trip out and throws the cobia curse aside, but I get stuck not only with cost of gas, sodas, food, beer, tackle used DURING trip, fish cleaning chores, boat washing duties, BUT now lose ANOTHER HALF DAY futilely trying to salvage tackle. Just don't seem right.


