Sunday, December 29, 2013

The Year 2013 in Review

In an email exchange today with my good friend, Charlie, I learned that he plans on releasing his end-of-year report on his blog sometime next week. As I understand it, he will be posting his final 2013 fishing stats, as well as producing a video of the year's highlights.

Suffice it to say that I can't hold a candle to the stats Charlie put up this year. As he explained today, he lacks only 7 bass of finishing 2013 with a total of 800 fish, compared to my paltry 300. What more can I say but "Well done, Charlie!"

The only thing I feel good about as this year comes to a close is my blog, where I put up some respectable numbers. My posts, effective with this one, total 255, compared to only 125 last year. Of course, I only had my blog for seven months in 2012, but having doubled my totals these past 12 months seems like a noteworthy achievement.

My proudest blog accomplishment in 2013 was the "A Day on the Water With..." series. Unfortunately, I've only been able to get the first article on the street thus far, which, of course, featured Mark Ingram. But the feedback I've received from that story confirmed my suspicions that the series will become increasingly popular with readers. For the record, I have two more anglers who have agreed to be the subject for future articles in this series, and there will be others beyond those. It's just a matter of finding mutually agreeable dates for us to get on the water and make it happen.

Beyond continuing this "A Day on the Water With..." series, I honestly don't know what 2014 will hold. I'm not one to make New Year's resolutions, only to let them fall by the wayside as the year progresses. Instead, I have just one goal for the new year, and that's to stay healthy.

Incidentally, don't forget to check out Charlie's end-of-year report and video next week. Here's the link to his blog: http://vbfishguide.blogspot.com/.

Happy New Year to one and all.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

A New Face in the Winner's Circle


Standing tall at the 2 o'clock weigh-in at Bob's Fishing Hole today was Steve Bailey (right), who topped 12 other anglers with a 4.01-lb. bass.

Locking up the 2nd-place prize money for the second straight tournament was Greg Dick, with a bass that tipped the scales at 2.31 lbs.

The other anglers who showed up for today's 8th event in the current Goody's 2013-14 series finished as follows:
     * 3rd place, John Harmon, with a 2.27-lb. bass
     * 4th place, Ronnie McLaughlin, with a 1.80-lb. bass
     * 5th place, Kevin Love, with a 1.59-lb. bass
     * 6th place, Chandler McLaughlin, Bobby Graham, Jim Sumrell, Cathy Brandt, Brian Skeens, Mark Ingram, Dale Waggoner, and John Goodman, none of whom brought fish to the scales.

The air temperature at launch time this morning was 27 degrees, and contestants reported seeing some smaller creeks iced over. It had warmed to 57 degrees when the 13 anglers returned for weigh-in.

Another $13 was added to the End-of-Year Pot today, bringing the total to $79. The current leader is Mark Ingram, who weighed a 4.04-lb. bass during the Dec. 22 tournament.

The next contest in this series is slated for Sunday, Jan. 12, once again at Bob's. Start time will be 8 a.m., with weigh-in at 2 p.m.

If you have any questions, call John Goodman at 427-0659, or email him at johngoodman3@cox.net.

Friday, December 27, 2013

"Fish May Be Bigger Than the Fisherman"

That's what my friend, Ralph, said about the trout being held here by his nephew. I regret that I don't have any more details about this catch. I've asked for some amplifying info but, thus far, have received none. If I should get any, you'll be the first to know, because I'll immediately add it to this post.

These young folks are the future of our sport, regardless of the species of fish involved. That fact, coupled with the priceless looks you always see on their faces, is why I'll keep on posting these kinds of pictures any time I get them. By all means, friends, keep 'em coming.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

The Bar Has Been Raised


Unseasonably gorgeous weather greeted the 16 anglers in 12 boats that launched at Bob's Fishing Hole this morning for event No. 7 of the 2013-14 Goody's season. From a low in the 50s, it had climbed to 80 degrees at weigh-in time.

Pocketing 1st-place prize money today was Mark Ingram (right), who weighed a 4.04-lb. bass. This fish also puts him at the head of the pack for the end-of-year pot, which as of today, stands at $66. He replaces Eddie Sapp, who had held that position since the Nov. 17 tourney out of West Neck Marina. Eddie's big bass that day tipped the scales at 3.64 lbs. Mark also is the only back-to-back winner of these events so far this season.

Claiming 2nd-place money today was Greg Dick, who weighed a 3.22-lb. bass.

Here is how the other contenders finished the competition:
     * 3rd place, Tyler McNair, with a 2.52-lb. bass
     * 4th place, Kevin Love, with a 2.39-lb. bass
     * 5th place, Bob Clarkson, with a 2.19-lb. bass
     * 6th place, Al Napier, with a 1.84-lb. bass
     * 7th place, Jim Sumrell, with a 1.55-lb. bass
     * 8th place, Steve Bailey, Brian Skeens, Joe Hurlbert, Cathy Brandt, John Harmon, Richard Woods, Mark Kines, Clint VanMarter, and Chris Pike, none of whom weighed fish. Tournament director, John Goodman, noted that many of these folks simply opted not to weigh their catch when they saw the size of fish others were bringing to the scales.

The next tournament in this series is scheduled for Saturday, Dec. 28, at Bob's Fishing Hole. Start time again will be 7:30 a.m., with weigh-in at 2 p.m.

If you have any questions, call John Goodman at 427-0659, or email him at johngoodman3@cox.net.

Other Results:

After posting the earlier tournament results, I got reports from some friends who were fun-fishing out of West Neck Marina today. Rob told me that he and his partner, Mitch, boated five keepers between about 8 a.m. and noon. Meanwhile, Wayne caught 10 while fishing solo during the same period. Rob said he and his partner caught most of their fish on medium-running crankbaits in protected water, such as ditches and coves.

Friday, December 20, 2013

My Holiday Wishes for All of You

"The West Neck Rambler"

A Christmas Story About a Boy and a Dime

Some of you perhaps have seen this story before. However, I only recently found it online at http://www.squarewheels.com/jokes/santastuff.html. According to that website, the story was sent in by Ginger Shafer. I don't know if it's true or just a figment of the writer's imagination. In any event, it's the kind of account that warms your heart, especially at this time of year, and that's why I'm sharing it with all of you.

Bobby was getting cold, sitting out in his backyard in the snow. Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them, and anyway, he didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them, and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold.

Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already, but try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas gift. He shook his head as he thought, "This is useless. Even if I do come up with an idea, I don't have any money to spend."

Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or try; there just never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she was earning only could be stretched so far.

What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than made up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two older and one younger sister, who ran the household in their mother's absence. All three of his sisters already had made beautiful gifts for their mother. Somehow it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he had nothing.

Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started walking down to the street where the shops and stores were. It wasn't easy being six without a father, especially when he needed a man to talk to. Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach.

It was starting to get dark, and Bobby reluctantly had turned to walk home when, suddenly, his eyes caught a glimmer of the setting sun's rays reflecting off something along the curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime. Never before had anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment.

As he held his newfound treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire body, and he walked into the first store he saw. His excitement quickly turned cold when the salesperson told him that he couldn't buy anything with only a dime. He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift.

The shop owner looked at Bobby and his 10-cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him, "You just wait here, and I'll see what I can do for you." As Bobby waited, he looked at the beautiful flowers, and even though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers. The sound of the door closing as the last customer left jolted Bobby back to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel afraid.

Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter. There, before Bobby's eyes, lay 12 long-stem, red roses, with leaves of green and tiny white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow. Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long white box.

"That will be 10 cents young man," the shop owner said, reaching out his hand for the dime. Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could this be true? No one else would give him a thing for his dime! Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just happened to have some roses on sale for 10 cents a dozen. Would you like them?"

This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the door, which the owner was holding for Bobby, he heard the shopkeeper say, "Merry Christmas, son."

As he returned inside, the shopkeeper's wife walked out. "Who were you talking to back there, and where are the roses you were fixing?"

Staring out the window and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied, "A strange thing happened to me this morning. While I was setting up things to open the shop, I thought I heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of my best roses for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them aside anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime.

"When I looked at him, I saw myself many years ago. I, too, was a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted to give me 10 dollars.

"When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, and I put together a dozen of my very best roses." The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't feel cold at all.

Have a joyous and peace-filled season.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

I Wonder: Is It Going to be a "Ho Ho Ho" or an "Oh Oh Oh" Holiday?

I only wish I felt as cozy and contented as this kitten looks. The truth is, though, that's anything but the case.

For openers, I'm starting to feel like I'm coming down with whatever crud my wife has been battling since last Tuesday. When I awoke this morning, one of my tonsils was irritated, which nearly always signals that I'm in for worse things to come. How much worse?--that's the $64,000 question. Don't guess I need to tell y'all that I was checking out the medicine cabinets as soon as my little toes hit the floor this morning. If it's a battle those bugs want, it's a battle they'll get from me--every time.

Adding fuel to the fire is the fact I placed an online order with Bass Pro Shops more than a week ago for another tacklebox (and, yeah, I know I didn't really "need" one), and it originally was supposed to be here this past Saturday. As luck would have it though, the truck it was on got hung up in those Midwest storms and only today arrived in West Virginia. Now I have a new estimated delivery date. Need I say that "seein' is believin'"?

If it hadn't been for the fact I had a similar incident with BPS some months back, as well as one with an item I recently purchased off eBay, I might not have gotten so wrapped around the spindle on this shipment.

And, now, while I wait and see how this event plays out, I also get to wonder about a couple other online orders I've placed in the last day or two. The one order is for a Christmas gift, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed there. The last order is for two new fenders for my boat trailer, so, of course, there's no real urgency there. Even if the old ones fall off, I'm still in business--depending, I should say, on how long this crud I seem to be coming down with hangs around.

The final thorn in my side today is my blog, which, for some unknown reason, doesn't show any of the icons for my "Followers" along the right-hand side of the page. My research indicates that this problem is with the system, and there's absolutely nothing I can do to fix it--believe me, I've tried. If I'm lucky, the system should get fixed in a day or two, and that'll be the end of it. That, at least, has been my experience with this sort of thing in the past.

Here's hoping I can keep posting, even if I may not be able to do any fishing for a few more days.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

When to Fish a Buzzbait

I had a fella ask me the other day when I start fishing topwater baits each season. My response was along these lines: "I usually start tossing 'em a little bit when the water temp hits about 50 degrees, continuing on through the summer, and until fall, when the water temp drops below 50."

And that answer seemed to jive pretty well with information I found during some subsequent research on the Internet. But when I decided to limit my search to just "buzzbaits," I got a bit of a shock. While the general consensus seemed to agree that the 50-degree mark was a good place to start--and stop, I found a couple of guys who said you should consider casting buzzbaits as early as February.

One key to making their approach work is to run the bait as slowly as possible across the surface. There are a couple things you can do to add lift to the bait. First, bend the blades downward slightly. Second, use a long rod and hold its tip high during the retrieve.

Here are some other things involved with this approach:

     * It works best when the water temperature hits the mid- to high 40s and is on the increase. Be especially alert for periods of stable weather and lots of sunshine. Ideal conditions also include calm or light winds and clean water. Fish the buzzbait from midday into the afternoon.

     * Areas that are protected from the north wind but with exposure to direct sunlight, such as pockets and set-backs, are a good place to start. Many times, these areas will be the north shorelines of coves. The key is to find spots where the water is a few, or maybe several degrees warmer, and where you have some stumps, logs, treetops, or other fish attractants. Be watching for any kind of fish movement in the water--a sign that it's warm enough for fish to be active.

The biggest hurdle to be overcome with fishing a buzzbait in February is to get over the idea that it's just a warm-weather bait. Instead, you have to convince yourself that it's an all-season lure--and one that can put some bigger bass in the boat.

I read a story in an old Bassmaster  in which Gary Klein used a buzzbait one February day in Texas to catch 14 bass over 4 lbs. in a span of two-and-a-half-hours, starting late in the morning. His best fish of the bunch weighed 12 lbs. 9 ozs.

So this next February when you're out on the water, don't be afraid to tie on a buzzbait. Besides maybe getting some explosive heart-stopping strikes, you very well may land one of the biggest fish you've ever caught.

Slow Day--Only 3 of 10 Weigh Fish


Mark Ingram (right) claimed 1st-place prize money today in the 6th event of this 2013-14 series held out of Bob's Fishing Hole. His big bass tipped the scales at 2.13 lbs. Walking away with 2nd-place prize money was Jim Sumrell, with a bass that weighed 1.73 lbs.

Here is how the other competitors finished today's event:
     * 3rd place, Greg Dick, with a 1.66-lb. bass.
     * 4th place, Cathy Brandt, Ronnie McLaughlin, Ant McLaughlin, Kevin Love, Bob Clarkson, Eddie Sapp, and John Goodman, all of whom came to the scales empty-handed.

A couple of factors figured prominently in these results: cold water (running 40 to 45 degrees) and muddy conditions.

Today's tournament added another $10 to the end-of-year pot, bringing it to a current total of $50. Still in the lead for this prize is Eddie Sapp, who weighed a 3.64-lb. bass in the Nov. 17 tournament out of West Neck Marina.

The next tournament in this series again is scheduled for Bob's Fishing Hole on Sunday, Dec. 22. Start time will be 7:30 a.m., with weigh-in at 2 p.m.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Do You Know What This Card Is All About?


I'm figuring there are at least a few individuals responding to that question with one of those "deer in the headlights" looks. It's for that reason I'm posting this second reminder (I posted the first one in May 2012) that Virginia is one of more than 40 states with educational requirements for operating a boat or personal watercraft (PWC).

The first three phases of this law already have been phased in, starting July 1, 2011, when all PWC operators 50 years old and younger and motorboat operators 20 years of age or younger had to have met the requirements. By July 1, 2012, all PWC operators, regardless of age, and motorboat operators 30 years of age or younger had to have met the requirements, followed July 1, 2013, when motorboat operators 40 years of age or younger had to have met the requirements. Here's the remaining schedule for the phase-in period:

     * By July 1, 2014, motorboat operators 45 years of age or younger have to meet the requirements.
     * By July 1, 2015, motorboat operators 50 years of age or younger have to meet the requirements.
     * By July 1, 2016, all motorboat operators, regardless of age, have to meet the requirements.

Vessel operators must carry the Boater Education Card on board their craft and have it available for inspection by an enforcement officer.

All states that have mandatory boater-education requirements accept the Virginia card. Likewise, Virginia accepts those cards issued by states that meet the National Association of State Boating Law Administration (NASBLA).

The Boater Education Card is proof that you have successfully completed an approved boating-safety course. Since this card doesn't expire and does not need to be renewed, it's not called a Virginia Boating License. Nevertheless, it is the law, and all boaters are expected to comply. Not carrying your card can result in a fine.

For complete details, go to http://www.boat-ed.com/virginia/boating_law.html.

Wintertime Fishing Requires Some Extra TLC for the Boat

When the snowflakes start flying, and/or the temperatures fall into that "colder than a well-digger's behind" zone, there are a few precautions you need to take if you plan to keep chasing bass on the local waterways.

For openers, you should keep your gas tank topped off and make sure you drain the bilge and livewells after each outing. You also need to maintain your batteries in a fully charged state.

I, for one, go a step farther and have my mechanic (a trusted friend) service the outboard before the weather goes too far south. This service typically includes, as a minimum, a compression check, spark-plug change, new fuel-water separator, and lower-unit lube. This year, for the first time in 3 years, I had him replace the water pump, too, and we topped off the grease in the wheel bearings.

It's in your best interests to follow all the previous and ensuing recommendations when you use your boat in a climate where freezing conditions can occur:
    
     * Prop the lids open on your storage areas if water gets on the carpeting. Otherwise, the lids may freeze shut.
     * Ensure the motor stays in a vertical position so that all the water can drain out.
     * Always run the bilge dry and drain the livewells.
     * Put your batteries on the charger each night to keep them warm and topped off.
     * Leave the boat plug in the drain hole. Otherwise, water dripping overnight may leave you with an annoying present: an icicle and no way to reinstall the plug.

Look at the situation this way. You protect yourself against the cold weather by wrapping up before you step outside, so it only makes sense to treat your boat with an equal amount of care--right?

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

S-h-h-h! Ya Gotta Be Quiet

Justin's "No. 1 fishin' buddy," his son, Payton, holds up a bass he caught during a trip to West Neck back in mid-January this year.
                                               

My brother and I heard those words in the headline a lot when we were young boys going fishing with Pop. When we asked why, his response always was, "Because the fish can hear you, and you'll scare them away if you make a lot of noise."

I'm not sure we either one really believed what he said, but we knew what would happen if we didn't obey, so it was in our best interests to do as he said--without making him repeat himself. Perhaps the real reason for shushing us was along the lines of a comment I recently read from another fisherman. "I think they just wanted some peace and quiet," he wrote, adding, "I feel like I've heard just about every rule, secret and myth about fishing. Many have merit, but some, I believe, are just tall tales passed down from one generation to the next."

Even now, I'm not as certain as some of the pros seem to be that noises have a major effect on bass and their feeding habits. I don't intentionally create a lot of racket when I'm on the water, but I also don't object to carrying on a conversation with anyone who happens to be sharing my boat. There are some occasions when I can see justification for at least reducing or perhaps eliminating all noise--most notably, in short-range presentations, such as pitching and flipping. But when I'm sitting a good distance off the shoreline, chunking and winding spinnerbaits or crankbaits, I see no reason not to carry on a normal conversation. And, evidently, most other anglers feel the same way, 'cause I can't remember an occasion when someone ever has shushed me.

Outboards, of course, are another source of noise, as are trolling motors, but they're generally accepted as "the cost of doing business." Nevertheless, steps are taken to limit their effects. In the case of outboards, anglers usually come off step and idle to the spots they plan to start fishing well before reaching the chosen areas. Once they lower the trolling motor, a common practice among some is to run it at a constant setting, which supposedly lessens the amount of noise created.

I also read about one pro angler who is of the opinion that "a noisy reel even can produce a disturbing tone to bass." The same man thinks the sound of braided line rubbing against rod guides repels fish. I'll admit it can get old listening to some braided line passing through a rod's guides all day long, but I know of at least one solution to that problem. I've started spooling up some of my reels with Power Pro Super 8 Slick, which glides through rod guides with only a whisper.

Before closing, I want to get back to the same topic I started this article with: father-son, or as portrayed in this photo, grandfather-father-son fishing experiences. My friend, Jerry, took the accompanying photo this past summer on a fishing trip with his son, Tom, and grandson, Cole, while they were visiting locally from the West Coast.

I feel sure most fathers would agree it's important to take their sons--and yes, sometimes daughters, too--fishing. However, it's equally important that fathers understand their wee ones only have a limited amount of patience with anything they do, and it simply isn't reasonable to plan a fishing trip with them that runs from dawn to dusk. Even when the young ones are catching fish like Cole is smiling about in the accompanying picture, their interest is apt to fade in an hour or two, so make your plans accordingly. Take it from someone who learned his lesson the hard way--you'll do more harm than good if you take your little ones on all-day fishing trips.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Rear Adm. Grace M. Hopper--One Super Smart, Likable Lady

U.S. Navy Photo

If any of you happen to use the Google web browser today, when you open it, you'll immediately see that it honors what would have been the 107th birthday of this lady, the late-Rear Adm. Grace Murray Hopper, the Navy's first and foremost computer pioneer.

I once had the distinct privilege to sit down and interview this marvelous lady for a feature story in All Hands magazine. Here's the link to that story, as it appeared in the May 1975 issue: http://www.navy.mil/ah_online/archpdf/ah197505.pdf. Use the arrows at the bottom to go to page 32, where the story begins.

Rear Adm. Hopper was one of those people who comes along in a lifetime and leaves an indelible mark on the rest of your days. After my interview with her, I used to make it a point to go by her office and say "hi" anytime I was in the proximity, and she always made time to chat a few minutes.

It's truly fitting that Google has chosen to honor Rear Adm. Hopper today. I salute both them and the lady they placed in the spotlight.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

What's the Deal With "In-Fisherman" Magazine?

That's a question I've been asking myself for the past two weeks--ever since I first emailed the magazine and asked permission to reprint an article from their archives. I've been in the magazine and newspaper business for 50 years now, and this is the first time in all those years I've ever encountered this particular problem: a failure to answer such a routine question.

I can't begin to tell you how many times in all my working years I was on the asking or granting end of the same question, and never once did I stonewall someone or get stonewalled myself. For example, I remember an occasion when I went to the Austin American-Statesman newspaper in the Texas capital with a request to reprint a huge article of national interest at the time--so huge that I had to ask their permission to run it in six parts in my magazine. Within 72 hours, I had their OK to reprint the article in its entirety, in six parts, with full attribution of course, and all I had to do in exchange was to provide them a copy of each issue of my magazine that contained a part of the story.

That's the way this process is supposed to work. But in the case of In-Fisherman, it's as though I had asked for permission to reprint a Pulitzer prize-winner, or perhaps they're a lot busier than I've ever found any other newspaper or magazine office. After two emails and a voicemail I left for In-Fisherman's senior editor, whose byline appears on the article in question, I still don't have an answer to my question.

I haven't given up hope yet, though. Two days ago, I received an acknowledgement from a representative of the magazine's customer-service department, who apologized for the inconvenience I've been experiencing and said she was forwarding my inquiry to "the home office to review."

I can't help wondering if perhaps this all would have been a non-issue if the Lindners still owned the In-Fisherman company. However, they sold it to Primedia Broadcasting in 1998, and therein may lie an explanation for my current predicament. I'll get over it, though--in about the same time it takes me to fall asleep after a long day on the water. Just needed to vent a little.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Remembering Our West Neck Fallen

That's the title of a new gadget I've added on the right-hand side of this blog to memorialize those with long-time ties to West Neck Marina. However, there are at least a couple more names that unquestionably need to be added to the list. Those two names are Bill Brown (the original West Neck Marina owner) and Ray Hardy (a fella who owned one hot Winner bass rig and always caught lots of bass up and down the North Landing and all of its tributaries--he even was filmed for several local TV3 sports segments).

Unfortunately, both of their obituaries appear to have disappeared from the Internet, or if they still exist, I simply can't find them. So now I'm turning to all of you readers, in hopes that some of you, or perhaps someone you know, may be able to provide the information (e.g., date of death and age at that time) I'm including in this new gadget. If you can help--in any way--please don't hesitate to contact me. Incidentally, if you know of someone other than Bill and Ray whom I should include, I'll gladly take the info if you have it.

If you have any questions, email me at: kenneth34@cox.net.

Bill Norman Thin N Scores 4 Today


This 2-8 bass was Jim Bauer's big fish for the day. He also boated two that weighed 1-11 apiece, as well as one that measured 11.5 inches and weighed 11 ozs. All four fish succumbed to the tight wiggle of the Thin N that Jim was throwing.

As he explained this afternoon, the 2-8 made him work to get it in the boat. The fish snatched the bait in the roots of a submerged stump, then darted for the safety of a nearby duck blind. Add a fair amount of boat-control issues, thanks to the wind, and you should get a pretty fair picture of the situation Jim had to deal with to get his prize in the net for this picture.

At launch time this morning--about 9:30--the water temperature was 52 degrees. When Jim quit a few minutes after 2 o'clock, the main-creek temperature showed 52.9, but he said the water in a small cove he had fished just before calling it a day was showing 55 degrees. He also noted that the water above the bridge seemed to be the clearest today. However, once you got near the S-turn, you had wads of leaves and pine needles to deal with--not the best conditions for running a crankbait.

Jim reported that a couple of anglers in a Triton today said they had 6 bass when he talked to them. Charlie's buddy, Ray, also said he had caught a few--all small stuff, though.

Although he originally planned to fish again tomorrow, Jim said he's not sure that will happen now, given the predicted windy conditions. Another factor in the final decision will be how he feels--"not sure my cranky hips are going to be up to it" is the way he described the situation.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

I've Said It Many Times: You Never Know What You'll See at West Neck


Look carefully near the top of this photo at right, in among all the clouds, and you'll see what was one of probably about a dozen paratroopers who evidently had a training jump from a helicopter flying over the area this morning. Unfortunately, I only had my snapshot camera with me in the boat and couldn't get a better picture. All the other personnel had disappeared by the time I could get to my camera and snap this photo.

I asked my friend, Charlie (who also fished West Neck today), if he had seen the event--hoping that he maybe had gotten a better shot--but that wasn't the case. He never saw any of the parachutes that momentarily dotted the sky at all this morning. It was a pretty sight, even with the heavy overcast conditions.

These conditions persisted off and on throughout much of the day, but I really wasn't too worried about getting wet, because I had checked the weather radar online before leaving the house this morning. The area behind that line of showers that moved through about 7 a.m. looked OK, so I decided to take my chances. In the final analysis, that was a good decision. Charlie and I only saw two very brief periods of spitting rain for the whole day, and neither one got the carpeting wet in my boat.

That being said, it turned out to be another OK sort of fishing day. This 1-4 bass proved to be my best fish of the day. I also caught a 1-0, a 0-13, and one that would have measured about 10 inches. Like yesterday, everything fell for a firetiger Bomber Square A, and all the fish came from West Neck Creek. But whereas I caught all the fish between 1 and 2:30 yesterday, I boated all of them today between 9 o'clock and noon. For the complete story on Charlie's day and the 9 bass he boated, check out his blog at http://vbfishguide.blogspot.com/.

Today's bites were more of that "mushy" stuff I dealt with yesterday, and one of those bites turned out not to be a bite at all. While fishing the mouth of a cove, I snagged what I thought was my best fish of the day, but it really was just another angler's fishing line that was snagged on the bottom. Eventually, the snagged line broke off, so I wrapped it all up and tossed it in the trash this afternoon when I got back to the ramp.

Today's trip likely will be my last until sometime next week, because I have some things to do around the house tomorrow, and rain then is supposed to move in over the weekend. Until next time, Tight Lines!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Another Member of the "West Neck Family" Passes

It was brought to my attention today that we've lost another member of the "West Neck Family." The 69-year-old Jim Rose (right) died Sunday, Nov. 24, after a long battle with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD).

Anyone familiar with Jim remembers that he used to spend considerable time swapping stories and jokes with the late-Dewey Mullins and other West Neck patrons. When he wasn't relaxing in the marina store, he often could be found on the water with his close friend, Bill Rhodes.

In his online obituary I read just this evening, the author said, "He (Jim) made a lasting impression with everyone who knew him, and his wisdom, advice and wisecracks will sorely be missed by those lucky enough to call him friend." A truer statement never has been written. He was the kind of guy who had a very special knack for always leaving you laughing.

The online obituary went on to note that a Celebration of Life Service will be held at a later date. Memorial donations may be made to the COPD Foundation at http://bit.ly/1fTe2gJ, or to the Virginia Beach Rescue Squad at http://bit.ly/1eADGTJ. You may sign the online guest book at www.legacy.com/guestbooks/pilotonline/guestbook.aspx?n=james-rose&pid=168292348&cid=gbsrchres#sthash.a6HOJ0ao.dpbs. The Cremation Society of Virginia is handling the arrangements.

Had to Shake Off Some of the Rust


It was all about a "mushy" bite today, but after a couple weeks of sitting around doing nothing, I'll gladly settle for that or any other kind of bite. Don't reckon I could have expected anything better, given the 43-degree water temperature that existed when I launched at 9:30 this morning.

This 1-1 was my best fish of the day. I did catch three others, though, with each weighing about 14 ounces. And all four fish came between 1 o'clock and 2:30. I also had two other fish on during that timeframe but lost them. They both hit even "mushier" than the other four, and I didn't even realize they were on until I felt a slight tension and saw the line moving at an angle.

Between launch time and 12 noon, I worked the water above the bridge, all to no avail, even though I did see some swirls and watched a couple of fish break the surface. I then ran to a stretch of shoreline, on the other side of the bridge, that was productive for me most of this past summer. After losing a Bomber Square A to a submerged stump, I tied on another one in firetiger, and it wasn't long before I boated my first fish of the day. The other three fish also fell for the same bait.

At 2:30, however, it was like someone threw the "off" switch, and for the last 30 minutes of my day, my efforts amounted to a drill in futility.

I'm not sure when I'll get out again. This time of year, the weather--and Uncle Arthur--pretty much dictate whether I go or find something else to occupy my time.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

5 of 11 Competitors Weigh Fish


Two anglers walked away with cash in today's tournament at Bob's Fishing Hole. The 1st-place envelope went to Sid Ryan (pictured right), who had a bass weighing 2.42 lbs. The 2nd-place envelope went to John Harmon, with a bass that tipped the scales at 2.33 lbs.

Here is how the other anglers finished today's event:
     * 3rd place, Tyler McNair, with a 2.28-lb. bass
     * 4th place, Ronnie McLaughlin, with a 1.72-lb. bass
     * 5th place, Kevin Love, with a 1.38-lb. bass
     * 6th place, Ant McLaughlin, John Goodman, Steve Bailey, Jason Fittro, Brian Skeens, and Henry Boyd, none of whom had fish to weigh.

Today's tournament, the 5th scheduled event in this series, added another $11 to the end-of-year pot, bringing it to a total of $40. Leading the charge for this prize is Eddie Sapp, who boated a 3.64-lb. bass in the Nov. 17 tournament at West Neck Marina.

The next Goody's Big Bass Tournament is slated for next Saturday, Dec. 14, at Bob's Fishing Hole. Scheduled start time is 7:30 a.m., with weigh-in at 2 p.m.

If you have any questions, call John Goodman at 427-0659, or email him at johngoodman3@cox.net.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

A Little Thanksgiving Trickery

A father in Dallas calls his son, Eddie, in New York a few days before Thanksgiving and says, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but your mother and I are going to get a divorce. I just cannot take any more of her moaning. We can't stand the sight of each other anymore. I'm telling you first, Eddie, because you are the elder; please tell your sister."

When Eddie tells his sister, Julie, in San Francisco, she responds, "No way are they getting divorced! I will go and see them for Thanksgiving."

Julie then phones her parents and says, "You must not get divorced. Promise you won't do anything until I get there. I'm calling Eddie, and we'll both be there with you tomorrow. Until then, don't do anything. Please listen to me." With that, she hangs up.

The father puts down the phone, turns to his wife, and says, "Good news: Eddie and Julie are coming home for Thanksgiving, and they both are paying their own way."

Here's hoping none of you have to resort to the kind of trickery described in that fabricated tale I found online to bring your family together this holiday. Just know that I wish each and every one of you a very happy and blessed Thanksgiving.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Time on the Water: My Pick as No. 1 Factor in Catching Fish Regularly

"Big lures catch big bass." I hear it firsthand all the time, and I keep reading it in magazines and online, too. This much I'll admit: There are times when big lures do catch big bass, but there also are times when smaller lures work equally effectively--even better on occasion.

In defense of the "big lures" theory, I will say that I've caught a number of nice fish (in the 3- and 4-pound class, generally speaking) over the years on big buzzbaits, big-bladed spinnerbaits, and musky-sized Jitterbugs.

However, the biggest bass I've ever boated to date (slightly better than 7 lbs.) fell prey to a 1/4-oz. Johnson's Silver Spoon. The next four biggest fish (each weighing more than 6 lbs.) went for a 4-inch Slider worm, two for 3/8-oz.  crankbaits, and the most recent a 3/8-oz. chatterbait. None of those baits hardly qualify as "big," in my opinion.

So what do I think the overriding major factor is in catching a big bass? It's the same factor I think is the most important in catching fish period--"spending time on the water."

That's a phrase you'll often hear tossed around at bass seminars. As one angler I read about--reportedly among a handful who have caught hundreds of bass over 10 lbs.--commented, "I spend lots of time on the water, take good notes, and pay close attention to the factors that truly drive the big bass to move around and feed. The weather, moon and sun are the primary factors that make big bass migrate... to feed, and the more time you spend on the water, the more you will recognize the patterns. Now, after years of taking notes and building basically a big-bass map, with a schedule of when some of those big bass should be stopping in an area to feed, you're in a better position to catch them."

Two names immediately come to mind when I consider the amount of time they spend on the water. Those two anglers are Charlie Bruggemann (right) and Bob Glass.

For example, consider that, according to Charlie's records, he has made 107 trips so far this year, with each trip lasting approximately 5.5 hours, for a total time of 588.5 hours spent on the water. His bass count to date is 760, which means about 0.77 of an hour (or 46.2 minutes, to be more precise) pass between each catch, and his average catch per trip is slightly better than 7 fish.

Bob Glass, meanwhile, simply says he has logged "a lot of hours and a lot of fish." And anyone who follows all the local tournament results like I do knows that response to my question to be true. He not only fishes all or nearly all of the Dewey Mullins Memorial Bass Tourney Series every year, but also a major percentage of the tournaments hosted each year at Bob's Fishing Hole. And that doesn't address all the additional hours he spends pre-fishing or just fishing for the pure fun of it on both the North Landing and Northwest Rivers.

As I saw expressed by one Elite Series pro, "When the opportunity presents itself, even if it's for a few hours, it's imperative for bass anglers wanting to elevate their games to have some seat time. Time on the water just makes you a better fisherman; there's no way around it," he said. "The more time you're able to spend on the water, the more proficient you become at all the capabilities necessary to improve your game."

Both Charlie and Bob (left) meet that criteria, and that, my friends--in my humble opinion--is why both of them score so well.

I remember an occasion this latest Dewey Mullins Memorial Tournament Series in which I had seen Bob fishing a particular area in West Neck Creek the Friday afternoon before a tournament. The next morning, then, I saw him and his partner working the same stretch as my partner and I were heading elsewhere. We even watched Bob boat a nice bass as we idled by him and his partner. During weigh-in, while Bob and I were talking, he said he had located several fish in that area the day before, and they still were there tourney morning. He and his partner went on to win that particular tournament.

To paraphrase the Elite Series pro I quoted a bit earlier, time on the water gets you tuned in to the environment, and you pick up on subtle clues more instinctively. In short, you simply learn to make better decisions day in and day out, all of which leads to greater success.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Tick Tock--Catchin' Fish Was the Reason for This Clock

Photo provided by Charlie Bruggemann
Go to Google images, enter "fishing clocks" as your search phrase,  and the results you get run the gamut of people's imagination. One clock you won't find pictured there, though, is a one-handed clock, which tells best fishing times.

This clock--actually just a prototype, because it never was marketed--belongs to TV bass-fishing-show
host, Bill Dance, who is pictured above, along with the clock. The man who invented it, though, lives right here in Hampton Roads--Virginia Beach, to be exact. His name is Ray Scott--and, no, he's not the man who founded the Bass Anglers Sportsman Society--not even kin, as far as I know.

This Ray Scott (pictured left) is Charlie Bruggemann's good friend. He's also an avid fisherman. And last but certainly not least, he's a docent at the Virginia Beach Military Aviation Museum, where until last year, he flew the planes, instead of just telling visitors about them. (Read about his long aviation career in the article reprinted with permission at the end of this one. It first appeared in Volume 5, Issue 4, of the Museum's membership newsletter, Prop Noise.)

Ray estimates it was about 20 years ago when he got the idea for this clock. After spending a couple of years and about $10,000 of his own money researching the idea, developing a prototype, and writing a set of operating instructions, he contacted the late-Dr. Loren G. Hill, a longtime fishery academic and avid bass angler. Dr. Hill, at the time, was director of the Zoology Department and Biological Research Center at the University of Oklahoma. He's best known as inventor of the Color-C-Lector, a device that helped anglers choose lure colors based on water and light conditions.

Ray and Dr. Hill signed a disclosure statement, and Dr. Hill then went looking for financial support. At that point, however, problems arose, and without a marketing source, Ray had no choice but to abandon his venture. That's when Bill Dance ended up with the prototype in the earlier picture--Dr. Hill gave it to him after Ray pulled the plug on his invention. Ray still has one of the clocks himself, as do a few other folks who bought a limited number he assembled and made available at some trade shows he attended, but there, unfortunately, are no more to be had these days.

Ray's best-fishing-times clock, or "Strike Alert," as he named it, operated on the same principle as a tide clock, which, according to Wikipedia, keeps track of the Moon's apparent motion around the Earth. Along many coastlines, the Moon contributes the major part (67 percent) of the combined lunar and solar tides. The exact interval between the tides is influenced by the position of the Moon and Sun, relative to the Earth, as well as the specific location on Earth where the tide is being measured.

Owing to the Moon's orbital progress, it takes a particular point on the Earth, (on average) 24 hours, 50 minutes, to rotate under the Moon, so the time between high lunar tides fluctuates between 12 and 13 hours. A tide clock is divided into two six-hour-long tidal periods that show the average length of time between high and low tide in a semi-diurnal tide region, such as most areas of the Atlantic Ocean. Therefore, compared with the actual time between the high lunar tides, tide clocks gain approximately 15 minutes per month and must be reset periodically.

I honestly don't understand much of that Wikipedia explanation of a tide clock, but I assure you that the 80-year-old Ray does. He's as sharp as a tack, looks fit, has a really firm handshake, and says the only reason he retired from flying a year or so ago is because he noticed a couple of things that gave him a clue it was time to "keep his feet on the ground."

Photo by Charlie Bruggemann
Earlier, I described Ray as an "avid fisherman"--and that's no joke." He's very humble about his abilities, though--"I'm not a very good fisherman," he said. But when I
asked him what his biggest bass to date is, he perked up and quickly announced: "7-2." Then I inquired where he caught it, and his response was, "Chickahominy River." After a brief pause, he added with a smile, "I even had my name up in crayon at
the local tackle store for two days afterward."

I like Ray's style, and I told him so as we went our separate ways at the conclusion of yesterday's interview.  Now enjoy the sidebar that follows, describing his long and satisfying aviation career.

Ray Scott the Aviator
By Jacey Byrne
 
A young Ray Scott flying an early-model Mustang
In 1947, when Ray Scott was 16, he spent a lot of time at a local airport.  As veteran pilots were returning home, he got to know some of them and was given several airplane rides. It was then, while watching World
War II veterans utilizing their G.I. Bill for flight training, that he decided to
do the same thing.
 
In 1953, Ray was drafted into the Army. After basic training , he served as an instructor and then was sent to Korea and served as wire chief for the 7th Infantry Division.
 
Ray Scott in the museum's P-51 Mustang
Following his discharge from the service, and with assistance from the G.I. Bill, his dream came true as he attended flight school. After completion of that training, he built flight time while serving as an instructor and towing banners. He also started a glider school with a friend, and it's still in operation today--50 years later.
 
Scott flew as a corporate pilot during the next 24 years, primarily in turbo-props, and acquired 750 hours in a Be 18 (Army C-45, Navy SNB), which introduced him to Warbird aircraft.
 
The corporate job he had required him to take regular FAA flight checks, and he knew most of the FAA people in the Richmond office. Those same FAA pilots who had given him flight checks recommended him when there was an opening for an aviation-safety inspector in the Richmond office. Although this is a difficult and coveted position, Ray passed through the process quickly--and with flying colors.

Ray Scott in the museum's Curtiss P40.
Photo by Charlie Bruggemann
After his retirement, he received a call from Ken Laird, asking if he would be interested in flying his Tora Tora Tora Val in airshows, which started him in another aviation direction... Warbirds. During an airshow at Oceana, he met someone at the Military Aviation Museum and was offered a flight in the SNJ.

Later, Ray sent a letter to the museum, expressing his desire to become involved as an airshow coordinator with the Fighter Factory, where the aircraft are maintained for the museum. He spent the next 8 years flying many of the Warbirds you see there today and serving as the airshow coordinator, which Ray describes as "the most enjoyable part of his aviation career." After 56 years of flying and more than 13,000 hours, he says he wouldn't change much and is thankful for his time with the Warbirds. He enjoys the Spitfire because of its historical factor and the Yak because of the excitement of its power and acceleration.
 
Ray now is an active museum docent and loves to talk about all the aircraft they have, especially the P-51 Mustang, which, he says, "is the most pleasurable to fly." He can't pick a favorite, though--he loves them all!

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

The Not-So-Fishy Tale of an Out-of-Luck Heron

You know it's a tough day when you see a great blue heron perched like this one at the base of a big ol' cypress tree without being able to catch a thing for lunch. Yet, that's exactly what I witnessed firsthand today down at the point beside the ramp at West Neck Marina.

The heron stood in this same spot for nearly 45 minutes--with no joy--before taking off for another location. And that was after I initially had watched him stealthily stalk a long stretch of shoreline, also without finding any lunch.

With less than 2 feet of water showing on the gauge at the ramp, I thought this heron surely would leave with a full belly. And, he very well may have found some tasty morsels somewhere else, but while I observed from a distance, there was no sign of any fish-catching going on by this bird.

Now the same couldn't be said about this old-timer, who was braving today's elements to fish from the bank. I saw him bait up with worms, cast his line out into the channel, and moments later, catch a small bream on several occasions. He tossed all of his fish into a bucket, so I feel sure they were destined to become table fare--if not tonight, then at some point in the future.

The only other activity at West Neck Marina today was a kayaker--and, no, it wasn't Charlie--who launched at the ramp this afternoon. The last I saw of him was when he turned and headed for the area I like to refer to as "Charlie's Point." Perhaps he's been reading your blog and looking at your videos, Charlie.

In any event, I only could conclude that it was a slow day--one in which there seemed to be a lot more fishing than catching going on overall.

For the benefit of those who like to look at pictures, here are some more shots I took of the heron today. As I said, he stayed in the same spot for several minutes.