And I am back, too. Safe and sound in one piece. My buddy Kukjin decided he wanted to go fishing near Chungju and at the last minute we were joined by Kyungrok of Crying Nut for what was sure to be a rousing adventure. Tuesday afternoon found us heading out of the city, loaded with beer, soju and Chivas Regal (Kyungrok’s idea) as well as copious amounts of samgyupsal off to do some manly things like fishing. We arrived at the site and were driven by boat to our floating palace:
There were a couple of chairs and space for sleeping, should such occur. Then the boat tore off and we were left to our own devices until the next morning.
We had a lovely view of the lake and we were the only ones there at all. It was refreshingly quiet and peaceful.
The Kukjin broke out the gear and I got to see how Korean-style fishing is done. Naturally, it was not the way I expected it to be. The rods are quite long and very flexible, with a pair of hooks and a small thingamabob that let you know when the rolled balls of bait (a mixture of dried/powdered squid, rice, and other things, that smelled almost like actual food…) was being nibbled on. Casting was an underhand toss (with help from the rod as it snapped back out) and a flip of the wrist holding the rod to fling the hook and bait out as far as it could go. (As it turned out, I was particularly inept at getting the cast right.) Then the waiting began.
Once darkness settled in, we decided to take a break after having only caught one “fish” thus far:
We decided that it was time for the samgyupsal and soju. However, it turned out that someone (**coughKyungrokcough**) had left the meat to cook itself in the trunk of Kukjin’s car that was far away in the parking lot of the now-closed-for-the-night establishment. We settled for our breakfast of ramyeon and debated the wisdom of cooking up the samgyupsal in the morning when the ajossi was back and could drop it off. Despite the “man’s night out” concept, there was discussion with wives via the wonders of cell phones about this situation and Kukjin was told directly that if his wife found out he had eaten that “nasty” meat from the trunk, he was not going fishing ever again. Well, enough of that.
By 10:30 Kyungrok was comfortably asleep after the (surprising good combination of ) Chivas Regal and ramyeon, so Kukjin and I settled in as the full moon rose to light the night. Around midnight, still with nothing to show for our efforts, we decided to give it one more hour and then pack it in, when suddenly Kyungrok awoke and decided it was time to do some serious fishing, especially since this was his first time to ever attempt such a thing. While he chattered away on the phone to various fans (undoubtedly hot young girls because, well, he IS a rock star after all) he caught a fish. Then another one. And another. It started to get annoying. Then Kukjin caught one. Kyungrok another, and Kukjin. I threatened to start throwing people in the water if this continued. It did, and I didn’t. By 8 AM the tally was:
Kyungrok: 9
Kukjin: 5
Lorne: squat, zip, zero, zilch, nada, bupkiss, kwang
That was when they decided to go to sleep. I was determined to catch a goddam fish no matter what, and bolstered by my share of the seven bottles of soju we had, I re-baited everyone’s line and waited in what was becoming a rather warm morning. By 9 I was asleep in my chair and that was the end of that.
Noon found us up and heading home. A quick manly stop at SpaPlus in Icheon, with manly nakedness and bonding (the manly kind of course), to wash off the scent of fish food and sweat (not to mention soju /Chivas Regal / ramyeon) and we returned to the big city, all the better for our experience. Good times… good times.
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