Today's tournament saw 23 anglers in 13 boats show up and compete for bragging rights. At the end of the day, 49 fish were brought to the scales, with a total weight of 91.65 pounds, and an average weight per fish of 1.99 pounds.
Winners today included the following:
Here is how everyone else lined up at day's end:
* The team of Dave Anderson and Gary Coderre, with five fish and a total weight of 10.34 pounds. Their big fish weighed 3.08 pounds.
* The team of Dennis Dean and Steve Bailey, with five fish and a total weight of 9.99 pounds. Their big fish weighed 2.50 pounds.
* Rusty Girard, with five fish and a total weight of 6.01 pounds. He didn't weigh a big fish.
* The team of Wayne Hayes and Ken Testorff, with three fish and a total weight of 5.69 pounds. Their big fish weighed 3.35 pounds.
* The team of Ken Mathias and Jim Leavis, with four fish and a total weight of 5.13 pounds. They didn't weigh a big fish.
* The team of Fred Crawford and Gabe Himmelwright, with three fish and a total weight of 5.04 pounds. They didn't weigh a big fish.
* The team of Rob Chatham and Craig Jones, with one fish and a total weight of 1.23 pounds. They didn't weigh a big fish.
* Solo anglers Skip Schaible and Chris Fretard didn't weigh any fish.
Congratulations to all of the winners and thanks to everyone who came out to participate. For planning purposes, our next event is scheduled for Saturday, April 30, from safe light (about 6:30 a.m.) to 2:30 p.m. I hope you can join us.
As Wayne and I were working our way out of West Neck Creek this morning, we happened upon what you might call some "unhappy campers"...not the kind you would think of in a traditional sense, though. Instead, you might say these were "birds of a feather that simply couldn't get along together."
The problem was this. A stray Canadian goose had...for whatever reason...decided to take up temporary residence in the vicinity of an old dead tree in the creek. Unfortunately, this particular tree, like many others in the area, had a giant osprey nest in the top. And it just so happened that both Mom and Pop Osprey were home.
Wayne and I both heard a commotion in the distance at about the same time, stopped fishin' for a moment, and turned our heads in the direction where the noise was coming from. Let's just say you would have had to be nearly deaf to ignore what was going on.
What we saw was this goose paddling around in the water, working its way ever closer to the base of this tree. Meanwhile, Mom and Pop Osprey had left the nest and taken up a position in a nearby taller tree, from where they had a clear view of exactly what was going on...and could go into full attack mode.
Wayne and I watched, as first one, then the other, osprey would swoop ever so gracefully from their perch in the taller tree and dive-bomb the Canadian goose who, for protection, would try...quite unsuccessfully, I might add...to dive below the surface of the water. Each time, as the goose realized it wasn't gonna be able to dive, would resort to the next best thing: squawking loudly and paddling wildly in a direction away from whence the osprey's attack was coming.
With these constant attacks, coupled with the fact that Wayne and I were getting ever closer to the scene of this action, the Canadian goose eventually decided the better part of valor was simply to paddle on out of the area, and calmness once again returned. Wayne and I each made a couple of casts, with the ospreys just watching us closely as we passed, then settling into their happy home.
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