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PRODUCT AND PICTORIAL WORK LOG #2
Product and Pictorial Log #2
Date- Thursday, January 21, 2017
Hours- 2 hour
Activity- My facilitator was interested in piece-by-piece fundamentals of the rod and reel. So I decided that breaking it down and putting it back together would be a good activity for my senior project.
Commentary- During that afternoon, I spent two hours breaking my product down and put it back together. I was oiling the parts that needed attention to such and cleaning the parts that were dirty. I disassembled and reassembled my product like a soldier does his rifle. I then attempted it blind folded, incase I needed to do so in the dark.
Disassembly and Reassembly
Myself sporting my product after assembly.
Date- Friday-Saturday, January 22-23, 2017
Time- 11:00 PM-2:00 AM
Activity- My facilitator and I decided that we’d put my product to the test again. My friend and I revisited Hole 15.
Commentary- After relentless gear checks, my friend and I decided it was time to attack the catfish and bass of the pond of Hole 15. The moonlight lit up the pond as if it were a London searchlight. The fish were rather difficult to outwit. After constant bombardment by the large lure from the far side of the pond, I decided to relocate to the other side, with the moon to by back. Doing this readjustment, I of course was risking a shadow of my body casted by the moon to back. This, of course, being a mistake and doing no good. After much time of patience and reconsideration of strategy, storm clouds began to shield the sky and thunder rolled through the hills of Towne Lake. This weather being a bass’s favorite time of appearance, I sprung into action upon hearing the first bolt of thunder. “The rains commin’, Will” my friend shouted from across the now-darkened pond. I swung the rod like Ty Cobb swung his bat, causing the lure to drop at a far distance in the darkest area of the pond. As the raindrops began to slowly dropped and run down my face, I cautiously and slowly reeled the lure toward me. After two or three turns of the reel, I felt an anxious jerk at the end of the line. “I’VE GOT SOMTHIN’” I shouted through the mist. I grew irritated with the fish’s determination to remain on the pond. I finally got him out to discover it was a foot-long catfish. It appeared to be very crossed upon being retrieve from the pond. It shook and wiggled like it was at the end of a hangman’s nuse. I threw him back in recognition to his fanatic loyalty to the pond and the school of fish that resided in it.
Using my Product
Myself on my way to Hole 15. Disregard the sign, I was just passing through! There is a small restricted (swimming and fishing) area that must be passed through to get to Hole 15.