Mouse in the House
Posted by Pete Robbins on Jun 26th 2021
Have you ever gotten so excited about a particular bite that you went to bed dreaming about it? Three times during our recent trip to El Salto I fell asleep not to numbered sheep jumping over a fence, but rather to the idea of sashaying mice and rats getting obliterated. The SPRO BBZ Rat has been my gateway to this, and while I’ve purchased others from PB Rat, Ima and G Ratt, so far the SPRO has been the only one that’s produced in limited usage. Still, I can’t stop thinking about them. I’ve become Carl Spackler, and they’re my herd of hooked gophers.
It’s the same obsessive feeling I got when I successfully punched my first mat on the Potomac, or the first time my Whopper Plopper got destroyed, also in Mexico. It’s reminds me of my first peacock bass on a chopper, or my first tuna on a popper, just two months ago. Which likewise makes me wonder: Why do so many of these things rhyme – Plopper, Chopper, Popper?
This current obsession makes me want to go to the California Delta and chuck one, and I’ll certainly try it out (with upgraded hardware) when we return to Panama. There’s something so primal about a rat bite, so anticipated and so violent, that it’s trapped me in my own mind.
