Sups on the Left, Wormsly on the Right
In order to completely understand this story you really have to know about my two best friends from nursing school. Leandrew Tirrell and Bradley Johnson. For the rest of this article I will refer to them as Sups and Wormsly respectively. I'll start off by letting you all know a little bit about each of the Murses (Male Nurses). Lets start with Sups and his lack of fishing knowledge. Wormsly and I have been fishing, whether it be fly(me) or bait(Brad), since we were youngings. Sups on the other hand is less versed in the fishing genre. One of our first visit to the fishing hole was a trip out to a dirty old carp pond just off of I-15 and the Provo River. Most people hear Provo River and think Blue Ribbon fly-fishing for trout. We thought, Provo River, nasty carp. Well this first trip was a day planned to go "study" on the banks of the carp pond. There were many a "study trip" to a fishing location to prepare for midterm tests and finals. The only person who ever studied was Worms. Sups and I spent our time moving along the banks of the carp pond site fishing for carp. Me with my fly rod and Sups with his power bait. Sups quickly learned that neon-pink powerbait with large flakes of sparkle glitter wasn't the best way to entice a carp to his hook. He went through an array of different lure combos and powerbaits, including a roostertail with a large shinny trailing spoon and powerbait connected to the hooks of each lure. He thought the more options the fish had the better chance he had of them taking a bite. For anyone with any knowledge of fishing you know this is insane. After our first trip to the carp pond with no luck Sups was determined to catch one. Before the next visit, Sups had heard Wormsly talking about chumming. He now had learned that throwing canned corn out into the pond would draw the carp in close and then using corn as bait would be a much better way to catch one. The legality of this technique was fuzzy but Sups would not let it go. Anytime Wormsly or I brought up fishing Sups would bring up Chumming. This was a new concept to him and an obsession formed. Well, we arrived at the pond with all our normal gear and Sups with his can of corn and spinning rod. Wormsly sat down on the bank, threw his powerbait out into the middle of the pond, jammed his rod into the ground, rolled up his sleeves in the sun, and sat back studying in the warm summer air. I walked around the pond to a submerged log I had seen on a previous trip looking to trick some carp on the fly. Sups opened the can, shook half the contents into the pond, and began to wait. Things weren't happening fast enough for Sups who is a little bit impatient as a fisherman. He decided the best way to get them to come would be to throw the entire can into the pond and let juice goo out. He baited up his hook with a few kernels and watched waiting for something to come. I honestly can't remember if he caught one or not. Carp are nasty and stinky anyway. Brad and I each caught one and I know that I just put my foot on the fish unhooked my fly, and kicked the retched thing back into the mudhole. To this day if I mention fishing he somehow Sups brings up chumming. Chumming changed Sups' life. Wormsly and I, lets just say, Worms regrets ever mentioning chumming with corn.
