Monday, April 18, 2022

"Fishing Lures Are Designed To Catch Fishermen"


We've all heard that saying at one time or another, and now there's some pretty convincing evidence it's true.

Ever since the first artificial lures were developed, people have been working nonstop to improve them and/or develop new ones of their own. The marketplaces are filled today with designs meant to perfectly replicate fish...with photorealistic scales, eyes and finishes.

Maybe, though, we've been overthinking things just a bit. Do we really need to go through all this effort just to catch a fish?

That's a question YouTuber Nate Marling (of Marling Baits) has been thinking about for a spell now...and he even has taken it further. He's into experimenting with some woodgrain patterns in his homemade lures. He keeps things simple by attaching hooks and weights to a simple block of wood, then takes it out for a real-world test: to see if it will catch a fish.

Check out his block-of-wood lure video at this link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlKFMwplHGg) and see how Marling turns a simple block of wood into an extremely effective lure.

Outdoor writer Travis Smola lives about 15 miles from Dowagiac, Michigan, where Heddon Lures was founded. He pointed out that a park there is named after James Heddon, who got the idea for his first fishing plug while killing time whittling next to the water. According to local legend, when he was done whittling, he tossed the carved stick in the water, and a bass struck it, prompting his idea for a lure company. It seems this was no secret to the lure makers of the world.

While all those fancy touches added to lures no doubt help, it seems pretty evident by this video that all those extra embellishments don't really matter. In the end, it's the sound and movement of a lure that matters the most for catching fish.

If you're interested in seeing a full list of all things Marling Baits, simply click on this link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa-xsrfvLmgaUfPFE1TK7OQ/videos. Try it...I think you'll like what you find.

Sunday, April 17, 2022

Study Reveals Why Some Largemouth Bass Are Harder To Catch


Anglers debate whether whoppers get big because of what they eat or where they live, but a study at the University of Illinois found that some largemouth bass owe their longevity and size to their parents' genes.

In an experiment spanning more than 20 years, researchers discovered that vulnerability to being hooked is a heritable trait among largemouth bass. Curiously, it is not a genetically-passed physical propensity for fast growth. On the contrary, researchers found some bass get big because other bass are inherently more likely to get caught.

"The potential for angling to have long-term evolutionary impacts on bass populations is real," David Philipp, an ecology and conservation researcher at the University of Illinois, wrote in a project overview published in the journal Science Daily. "If we truly want to protect this valuable resource into the future, then we need to understand that and adjust our management strategies."

In the study, fishing was strictly controlled on a 15-acre research impoundment run by the Illinois Natural History Survey. Anglers reserved blocks of fishing time and put every fish caught in a livewell. The fish were measured, tagged to track how many times each had been caught, and released.

"We kept track more than four years of all the angling that went on," Philipp told Science Daily. "Many fish were caught more than once. One fish was caught three times in the first two days, and another one was caught 16 times in one year."

After four years of documenting the catch, the lake was drained, and researchers collected more than 1,700 fish.

"Interestingly, about 200 of those fish never had been caught, even though they had been in the lake the entire four years," Philipp said.

Saturday, April 16, 2022

I Knew I Was Taking Chances Going Fishing Twice This Week

With today being Saturday, I figured the parking lot at West Neck probably would be pretty full, especially since I wouldn't be arriving there until about 9:30 (can't help it that I'm getting slower as I get older), and as I quickly learned after turning into the drive, I was correct. I also knew that there was a slight chance of some showers in the area today...the TV weather girl told me that while I was eating breakfast. To my delight, though, she was wrong. Nary a raindrop fell on me today (good thing, too, 'cause y'all know I'm sweeter than sugar, and we all know what happens when sugar gets wet...it melts, of course).

And further, unlike my earlier trip this week, I managed to rig the boat and launch it without a single hitch. In case you didn't read my previous report, I launched the boat Monday without first attaching one end of the rope to the trailer stanchion. By sheer luck, I got around the van soon enough to save myself the embarrassment of bidding my boat a "bon voyage" without me. The rope still was just sliding down the ramp when I got my big, fat foot on it and saved my day.

I also was lucky enough this morning to kiss my wife goodbye without having to duck a right cross aimed at my jaw. Ya' see, my wife has a notorious habit of coming up swinging when I kiss her goodbye while she's sound asleep. Of course, that's mild, compared to the trick she once pulled shortly after we were married.

We were making a trip back to Kansas to visit my folks at the time and had had to make an unexpected stop at a bed and breakfast in Pennsylvania (I think it was). The problem was that I had blown a recap tire on the ol' car (I was poor back in those days, what with child support and all) and dropped her and my son off there, while I went in search of an all-night gas station to buy another tire. Suffice it to say, I was gone for hours before finally getting to the bed and breakfast to rest my weary bones. Knowing she and the boy would be sound asleep, I very carefully put the key in the door, unlocked it, and was just starting into the room, when my frightened wife sat straight up in bed and started hollering (of all things) RAPE!!! Fortunately, I got the situation under control before anyone could call the police on my butt.

However, I do digress. Let me now get to the point of this diatribe...in short, an explanation for the one chance I took today that truly did not play out the way I had hoped. As I often do, I went back to the same areas today where I caught fish Monday, with one minor detour to start the morning. That quick detour and the first two hours of my fishing day were totally without incident. I hit 'em with a crankbait, spinnerbait (the same one I had success with Monday), and three different topwaters without finding a single taker. That left just one thing I hadn't tried yet: a weightless Senko.

I soon realized I probably should have been throwing the Senko all along, because I quickly had a couple of "iffy" bites that simply never turned into anything. But then I happened upon a point, where just as I was making my approach from downwind, I saw a bass break water...a good one, at that. When I was in range, I let go a long cast with the weightless Senko that, for me, surprisingly was nothing short of magnificent...if I do say so myself. I assure you I never could have done it a second time if I had spent the rest of the day trying.

Anyway, I felt the fish pick up the worm as soon as it hit the water...there was an ever so subtle "tick" in the line. I then took up enough of the slack I could tell the fish still had the bait and was moving with it. I watched with intense focus, as the fish ever so slowly swam around the point, and started toward open water...still with the worm in its mouth. At this point, I took a calculated chance. I wanted to see just how far the fish would go with the worm (even though standard practice calls for setting the hook as soon as you feel the fish). Accordingly, I mashed down the thumbar on my reel and lightly rested my bare thumb on the line, watching intently as the fish just kept heading to open water.

When the fish had gone several feet (and I figured he might drop it any moment), I decided it was time to reengage the thumbar, and lay fire to him. Immediately, the fish, in all its glory, went airborne and did a short tail walk, before shaking that ol' head and throwing my Senko.

Needless to say, I was disappointed that I didn't get to hold the fish, weigh it, and get a photo, but, in this case, the show I got more than made up for that disappointment...even if it was the only fish I hooked all day. The Senko worm, unfortunately, had globbed up on the end of the hook, preventing it from burying solidly in his jaw. Still, though, the image of that line moving through the water, then that moment of truth, will live in my memory for the rest of my life. I'll never know how much he weighed, but I do know he was "a dandy."

P.S. As I was leaving Albright's to head back to West Neck, I stopped and talked to a fella in a johnboat, sitting at the mouth of the cut-through. He told me he had caught two nice fish this morning in the oxbow on the left, just after you pass under the high-rise bridge heading south. If I understood him correctly, he at the time was fishing the rock wall in front of that home that sits on the far side of the oxbow. Said he caught both fish on a buzzbait. As he explained, both fish had only slapped at the bait but still had gotten hooked...one in the mouth, and the other on the outside of the mouth. According to a couple things I read online, the solution to bass slapping at a buzzbait is to add a trailer to it.

Friday, April 15, 2022

The Kind of Day That Makes Up for a Whole Bunch of Bad Ones

That's what Rob Chatham and a friend of his had today during a trip to fish some North Carolina water. In about seven hours of fishing, they collectively put together a bag that would have weighed somewhere around 18 pounds.

Said Rob, "The farther we went in the creek, the better the bite got." And that was reflected in the final tally.

At day's end, they had boated at least 15 bass, including some in the 2-, 3- and 4-pound class, and topped off by one that weighed 6-4.

Their winning bait today was a soft plastic, rigged various ways. And it must have been the only thing that was working, because as Rob pointed out, they were motoring out of the creek when they happened across a guy who asked if they were catching anything, 'cause he wasn't. Rob explained that a glance at what this guy had tied on was spinnerbaits and crankbaits.

Rob's response to the guy's question kinda bothered me, though. He said, "Oh, we caught a couple." I can't help wondering if he managed to say that with a straight face. Why? Because I recall another time when Rob and I were fishing together, and a fella stopped and asked us the same thing. When I responded in exactly the same words that Rob used today, I thought he was going to strip a gear, trying to keep from laughing out loud. We, too, had loaded the boat that particular day.

Anyway, my heartiest congratulations go out to both Rob and his friend. They indeed had a very good day.

James and Chickahominy Rivers Subject of Virginia DWR Tagging Project

By Marci Whitmore
Virginia Department of Wildlife Resources

The James and Chickahominy Rivers boast strong largemouth-bass fisheries that attract anglers from across the country and play host to tournaments of varying sizes. Large tournaments typically launch from the James River, which offers excellent bass fishing. It also connects anglers with adjoining waters, such as the Chickahominy River.

Because of Chickahominy's reputation as a productive fishery, many anglers travel between it and the James to fish. As a result, during 2020, invasive Alabama bass were detected in Diascund Creek, a tributary of the Chickahominy. Additional detections of Alabama bass have been reported in the Chickahominy.

In April 2021, the Virginia DWR began a largemouth-bass tagging project to assess fish movement between the James and Chickahominy Rivers. The goals of the project are to estimate translocation between the rivers, assess the impact of translocation on the Chickahominy bass population, evaluate Alabama bass-dispersal vectors, and understand fish distribution post-release by anglers. This in turn will inform DWR management decisions, such as if and when stocking may be required to maintain the quality of the largemouth-bass fishery and identifying areas for Alabama-bass monitoring.

DWR tagged 648 preferred-size (greater than 12 inches) largemouth bass throughout the Chickahominy River with red-dart tags and monitored movement via angler reports and partnerships with B.A.S.S. and the Bass Federation to identify tagged fish at tournament weigh-ins.

Over the past year, DWR biologists were able to determine that largemouth-bass movement between the James and Chickahomy Rivers is largely driven by tournaments. This is because non-tournament anglers targeting Chickahominy bass overwhelmingly launch from and stay within the Chickahominy.

Despite this pattern, biologists found only 3.4 percent of largemouth bass were moved from the Chickahominy to the James River as part of large tournaments. Non-tournament anglers were responsible for 0.3 percent of observed translocation to the James River. Additionally, reported tagged bass released in the James River by anglers were later reported as being caught in the Chickahominy. Because of the long distance (greater than 35 miles), it's likely that these fish were translocated by anglers. However, this indicates movement in both directions between the two rivers.

Biologists also used data from creel surveys and field sampling to estimate the abundance of preferred-size bass in the Chickahominy River, as well as estimate the percentage of fish that are vulnerable to being caught and moved to the James River by anglers throughout the year. Overall, 12.5 percent of preferred-size largemouth bass were considered vulnerable to being moved from the Chickahominy to the James by anglers.

It's important to note that the 12.5 percent of vulnerable bass reflects the percentage of fish that are at-risk of being caught and translocated and represents an estimate of the maximum percentage of translocations. The observed percentage of bass translocated from the Chickahominy to the James was 3.7 percent over the course of a year.

Translocations by tournament and non-tournament anglers are very low, relative to the size of the bass population, and are not expected to negatively impact the Chickahominy largemouth-bass population.

Thursday, April 14, 2022

"Just One More Cast"...What Does It REALLY Mean?

Probably about the only time you can take it at face value is when you're married and have taken your mate fishing with you. Especially if she's a non-fishing person, she very well may be sitting there armed with a treble hook ready to sink into your rear end if you don't start moving toward the car.

In situations other than that, however, "just one more cast" is apt to have various meanings, e.g., one more hour, one more fish, 'til sunset. In short, it may mean "we'll probably be fishing longer than originally planned."

More importantly, "just one more cast" symbolizes the optimistic attitude necessary to outwit a fish that might not be hungry. It also speaks to the perseverance it takes to be successful in a sport where the opponent (the fish) is not always visible.

There are times when the "just one more cast" mindset has turned a bad day's fishing into a good one. Most of the time, it's a good excuse to extend the fishing trip, simply because it's fun to be on the water. When one considers the alternatives, such as doing yard work or cleaning out the garage, it's no wonder so many choose to fish longer.

As one veteran angler allowed, "It's really interesting how many times the last cast of the day produces a fish, and often, the biggest fish of the trip. The other day, for example, I took a few youngsters crappie fishing. Two of the three had caught several 13-inch or larger fish, while the other one only had a few that were closer to eight inches. When it came time to pull the fishing lures in for the final time, the third youngster made one more cast and, yes, caught a 17-inch crappie...the largest fish of the day."

Many believe that the last cast has a very high likelihood of hooking a fish. Conversely, though, catching a fish on the first cast of the day is said to bring bad luck for the rest of the day.

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Remembering a Fishing Trip From Nearly 50 Years Ago

No, this isn't one of my tales. Rather, it's one that I found during some Internet research and decided to share.

The year was 1973, and a fella (named Don) was fishing Lake Millwood in southwest Arkansas. The conditions there at the time was described like this: "The weather was hot, the water was hot, but best of all, the lake was really hot. When you found the bass, it was one after another, cast after cast."

Don said, "All my life, I had fished with a Zebco spinning reel. However, earlier that year, my friend, George, had dragged me kicking and screaming into the world of baitcasting reels. Having grown up casting right-handed and reeling with my left, I had a lot of trouble adjusting to the traditional right-hand baitcasting reels. Earlier that week, I had broken down and bought a new Ambassadeur 5100C (left hand) reel and a new rod to match. I don't recall the price, but at that time, it was a lot of money for me."

Don went on to explain that he and his friend had taken the 60-mile trip to Lake Millwood, towing the friend's 16-foot Ranger with an at-the-time "monstrous" 115-hp motor. The friend was introducing him to the lake.

"George told me to tie on a black worm with a blue tail," noted Don. "Then he dropped the trolling motor and found one of his hotspots: an old creek bed about 7 feet deep."

"You go first," said George. "Just throw it on the other side and slowly let it fall into the creek."

Don did as he was told and immediately felt a small tap, then nothing. The line went limp, so George told him to "set the hook hard."

He did and subsequently thought he was hung up. As Don relaxed, the fish pulled back at least as hard as he had set the hook. In an instant, the rod and reel were gone...jerked completely out of his hand by an offended, irate largemouth the size of which I only had heard about. The fish did a victory leap right in front of them, as if to say, "I win this one, sucker!"

Soon the water was calm, with not a ripple. The air temperature was nearing 100, "and I'm sure my blood pressure was nearing 200," said Don. "I wanted to cry...my brand new rig was gone after just one cast."

In case you're wondering, the story doesn't end here. It actually gets better. Turns out George had brought several backup rigs.

"Here, tie on some of these and try to snag the line or rod," said George, handing him some Mudbug lures (see accompanying photo).

They had to pull these baits really fast to get them to dig the bottom of the creek, and George finally hooked something. While it wasn't the missing rod and reel, it was a nice 2-pound bass. Soon after, Don also hooked a fish about the same size, and for the next 10 minutes, they both sat there pulling in bass...all nice fish, but nothing like the one that had gotten away earlier.

Suddenly, though, the bite turned off, and George speculated that the rod had been dragged too far away for the Mudbug dredging to work. Not wanting to give up just yet, Don made one more cast with the diving lure and got hung up in the process. George then maneuvered the boat over closer to get the bait back.

"As I picked up the line with my hand," said Don, "I felt a vibration and a slight pull. I started reeling again and found my Mudbug hooked to another line. In sheer excitement, I grabbed the line and started pulling it in, completely forgetting about the fish. I was too busy thanking George and whoever else was within yelling distance."

Soon, Don had hold of the lost rod and felt the weight of a totally exhausted 7-pound bass on the end of it. They figured the fish had looped the line around something and fought until it had worn itself out.

As Don explained, "I don't think there is a moral to this story, except maybe that good things happen to unworthy people occasionally. I still have the reel...some 36 years later...in a place of honor in my garage. I turned the big fish loose, but the others we caught made great fillets."

Monday, April 11, 2022

Finally...A Decent Fishing Day

I had begun thinking I had PO'd the fishing gods good this time, after repeated outings with absolutely nothing to show for it but a bruised ego.

Before I get into that, though, let me bring everyone who's interested up to date on a different matter...that being the sale of West Neck Marina. Per the notice I saw today in the window of the marina store, the new owners are Bethany and Jimmy Vaughan. The notice goes on to say that no immediate changes are planned.

Unfortunately, the new owners didn't provide an address for mailing checks to pay your storage fees, so until one is forthcoming, I reckon we're left with two options: Send monthly payments to them at the marina's address, which is 3985 West Neck Road, Virginia Beach, VA 23456, or put your checks in sealed envelopes and drop them in the metal box beside the store's front door. If you happen to find the new owners around the premises, you also could hand the money to them directly.

Now for my fishing day. It started with a bit of a hiccup. Seems I had remembered to perform all the necessary preparations, save for looping one end of the launch rope over the stanchion on my trailer. As a result, the end had fallen in the water and was drifting away by the time I walked around the van and got hold of it, and tied the boat off at the ramp.

From there, it was a short ride south for what I had hoped would be some topwater action. After throwing a popper for an hour, though, I had yet to have the first strike, so I put that rod down and picked up the one with a spinnerbait tied on. Things started happening then.

In no time, I had found two 1-pounders on back-to-back casts. A bit later, I added a 1-9, then capped off the day with a 1-15. The bright sun was directly in my eyes when I hooked that last fish of the day, and even with my sunglasses on, I couldn't tell what it was for a few seconds as I fought to get the sun out of my eyes. Admittedly, I thought it was a bowfin until I got my first clear look. Had a good hookset, however, and soon boat-flipped the bass.

As I idled alongside the dock at day's end, my friend, Rob C. showed up in time to back my trailer down the ramp, then pull me out once I had secured everything. All in all, it was a good day, compared to the last several outings I've had. Will settle for 4 any day of the week, especially when they're all keepers.

Sunday, April 10, 2022

Deeper Water May Still Be Working for Some Anglers...

Others, though, are beginning to find success in the shallows. Talked to a friend just yesterday, who had been out for a couple of hours in the early morning with another fella and found success with their topwater baits. Also overheard some anglers at the Dewey Mullins Memorial Bass Tourney last Sunday talking about the topwater action they had enjoyed.

Topwater bass fishing, as we all know, is one of the most popular techniques in this sport. Few things equal the joy of watching a big bass come out of its environment and attack your lure. It just never gets old.

The warming temperatures of spring offer anglers of all skill levels a first-hand opportunity to experience this adrenaline rush. As the bass move to and from their annual spawning grounds, topwater lures are a sure-fire way to elicit some vicious reaction strikes.

A basic question everyone has to answer first, though, is: What lure do I throw? According to Wired2Fish writer Walker Smith, there are five that he recommends anyone should keep in their collection, starting with frogs.

"Big bass have a hard time turning them down," he said. "Although you may not always catch a lot of fish with these hollow-bellied lures, the bites you get are likely to be the "right" ones. If you keep it in your hand long enough, your perseverance will be handsomely rewarded.

"While you'll have a good chance of finding a solid frog bite whenever the water temps exceed 55 degrees, these lures often are at their best throughout the post-spawn period," he continued. "As the bass protect their newly hatched fry, they become incredibly territorial, and the walking and spitting of a hollow-bellied frog is difficult to beat.

"Willow trees and other types of brushy, overhanging cover are excellent targets for topwater frogs. It's also a good idea to target the front of docks.

"There's rarely any doubt when a bass eats your frog. While some may discretely sneak up and slurp it down, the vast majority of bites will be quite dramatic. When you see the explosion, give the bass a half-second or so before setting the hook in order to make sure they are connected with it, then set the hook upwards as hard as you can."

Another tried-and-true choice throughout much of the year, but especially in the spring, is poppers. While they're not ideal for thick cover, due to their treble hooks, they are a force to be reckoned with when used in fairly open-water scenarios. They can be used comfortably with either casting or spinning gear.

"You'll have your best luck with topwater poppers in isolated cover during both the spawn and post-spawn periods," noted Smith. "As long as the water temperatures are in the 60-to-75-degree range, it's a good idea to have one rigged up and ready to cast. These lures are especially effective when fished over bedding areas. They also disturb groups of post-spawn fry, which forces otherwise lethargic bass to bite out of pure reaction.

"Stumps, corner dock posts, outside grass lines, and sparse laydowns are high-percentage targets, but don't rule them out around the late-spring shad spawns, either. Most of your targets will be in close proximity to spawning flats, so focus your efforts on shallow, south-facing pockets with a sandy or firm bottom composition.

"Popper bites aren't always overly aggressive, so it's important to keep steady visual contact with the lure throughout your retrieve. Some bass will go completely bonkers on the bait, but some of the bigger fish will suck it underneath the water with very little fanfare. Forget a dramatic hookset; just sweep your rod to the side, much like you would with a crankbait."

While prop baits may seem like they're designed for a steady surface retrieve, they're most effective when fished just like a topwater popper...a few small twitches, followed by intermittent pauses. And, as explained by Smith, "They're an excellent choice around shallow bass beds, post-spawn bluegill beds, and even cruising wolf packs.

"When you find yourself in the back of a spawning pocket," he continued, "be sure to make specific target-oriented casts to any dark areas you see, including stumps, vegetation, or even small rocks. Shallow bluegill beds perhaps are the best springtime targets for prop baits because, as the big post-spawn females are recovering from the rigors of the spawn, bluegill represent an easy and nutrient-rich meal.

"Many prop-bait bites will be very similar to topwater popper bites, but it seems as if prop-bait bites can be even more subtle at times. Expect bites that you won't even hear or see...the lure just simply disappears. A winding sweep is all that's needed to the large majority of your bites."

Another topwater lure recommended by Smith is the buzzbait. In his words, "It's a remarkable tool for quickly covering large areas of water and remains one of the best big-bass baits in existence. They can work almost all year long, depending upon your location. And it's not unusual to see outstanding buzzbait catches in water as cool as 48 degrees or as hot as 85 degrees when the bass are very active.

"A relatively quick, steady surface retrieve makes them a solid choice when you're searching for a productive spring pattern. Fan cast them over large spawning flats, make short pitches to isolated cover, and target pre- and post-spawn staging areas.

"There's no such thing as a stereotypical buzzbait bite, but because of the constant tension and contact with the lure throughout your retrieve, they won't be hard to detect. Braid is a good choice of line due to its lack of stretch. Whether the bass explodes on your lure, or simply sucks it under, just keep tension and speed your retrieve, and you'll enjoy a healthy landing percentage."

Smith's last recommendation is a soft-plastic toad, which is often overlooked in favor of fancier and/or flashier offerings. While some anglers utilize a steady retrieve to allow the toad to spit and sputter on the surface, others actually will allow the bait to sink into small holes to fool big bass. "Regardless of your preferred method, the bass will inhale these baits," Smith assured.

"You may not get many bites on the toad throughout the prespawn period," he continued, "but it's certainly worth trying when the water is above 55 degrees. Once the spawn begins, toads are red-hot all season long.

"With the efficiency of a buzzbait and the weedless qualities of a hollow-bellied frog, soft-plastic toads excel at covering vast expanses of thick cover in a short period of time. Grass lines, grass mats, stumps, potential bedding areas, and underneath docks are all fair game for these baits," Smith concluded.

Can only speak for myself, but you can bet I'll be tossing topwaters for the foreseeable future, especially during the early morning.

Friday, April 8, 2022

A Good Deed Designed to Plant the Fishing Seed

Read the account of an angler who, like a lot of other folks, prefers having a lake or area to himself when he's spending a day on the water. As I also learned, however, this fella always has a soft spot when it comes to kids, especially those who are trying to learn the sport.

"Their interest in fishing, no matter how short-lived, due to the usually short attention spans of children and/or other distractions," he noted, "can be stoked with a little success and the realization that results are within their grasp, based on their decisions. Friends and family alike can have a hand in this process."

He went on to describe a scene he had happened upon a couple of days earlier while fishing the eastern side of a cove on one of his favorite lakes.

"I saw a dad helping his two sons and a daughter fish off their dock at the back of the cove," he said. "It was like he was trying to keep plates spinning while he ran from kid to kid. Meanwhile, they were casting over each other's lines and trying to figure out how to work the reels.

"It was all kind of humorous," he continued. "In the 20 minutes or so it took me to get closer to their dock, I caught three bass, which as would be expected, caught the kids' attention. After the third one, the dad asked what I was using for bait. Even though I was tossing a Ned Rig, I thought it might be easier for the kids to use a wacky-rigged Senko...and likely would net results, too.

"I  motored over to their dock and was going to give them a pack of worms when the dad exclaimed, 'Oh, those are YamaSenkos...we have some of those.' So I spent about two minutes showing them how to wacky-rig the worms and told them that the bass weren't really chasing today, and thereby showing them how to fish it slowly.

"I mentioned that the bass were getting ready to spawn, how they would be moving shallow, and some different areas they should cast to. I looked over at the oldest boy (about 10) and told him that he likely wouldn't feel a strike from the fish but rather just see his line moving."

After spending no more than five minutes helping them, the Good Samaritan motored away in the opposite direction. He was still within earshot, though, when the heard the 10-year-old yelling, "Dad! Dad!" The fella turned and looked, just in time to see the oldest boy hook his first bass. His mom was videoing the whole fight, and they took a bunch of pictures afterward, then released the fish.

"I gave the boy a sitting ovation from about 50 yards away," said the angler. In return, the boy waved and yelled, 'Thanks for the help.'

"With the seed planted," said the fella, "it will be interesting to watch over the next few months and see if the boy is bitten by the fishing bug, or if this was just a cool moment he got to share with his parents, brother and sister."

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Remembering the Way It Was Back in the Day (Part 2 of 2)

(From a California angler) I bought my first baitcasting reel, a Langley Lure Cast, at age 9 from money I had earned doing chores. A Garcia Conolon rod was my birthday present. I still have the reel and wish I had kept the rod.
     Caught old "Moses," my name for a big 7-pound bass, in the summer of 1953. It took me over a year to catch that wily ol' bass, and I learned a lot about bass habits watching Moses and trying to figure out how to catch her. I finally pulled it off by using a small live crappie. I was so excited. Took the bass home, and we ate her. Moses would be the last trophy bass I intentionally would kill.
     I learned to bass fish while walking the shoreline and rowing a small wooden boat. My tackle was the rod and reel already mentioned, using Ashaway line and these three lures: jointed Pikie, Jitterbug and Hawaiian Wiggler No. 3. It wasn't until a family vacation to Shasta Lake in '55 that I discovered Creme rubber worms...the rigged worm with two hooks, a bead, and a small propeller. I already had learned about Doll-fly jigs and black pork rind by then.
     On another vacation--to Lake Havasu in '58--I learned another lesson: Live waterdogs catch big bass, too! While waiting for my brothers to buy gas, I caught the big bass under the gas dock on a waterdog the old owner of the bait shop had given me to try. That 11-pounder was a lake record...back then, at least. Don't know if it still is today. I now was obsessed by the desire to catch the next world record.

(From a Michigan angler) I was lucky enough to be born in 1943 and raised on the banks of what, in 1957, was said (by Field & Stream) to be "the best smallmouth stream in the eastern USA (Rockcastle Creek in Martin County Kentucky).
     I caught my first fish, a sunfish, with a stickweed for a rod, sewing thread for line, and a bent straightpin for a hook, and worm for bait when I was about 3 years old. I have fished ever since.
     I lost many relationships with females because of my fishing and hunting...so be it. I now have fished more than 63 years and hope, when my time comes, I will meet my maker with a rod, gun or bow in my hand.

(From an Ohio angler) I was born in 1942 and lived a short walk from the Ohio River. My dad, brother and I used to go there two or three times a week.
     They had metal rods, with some sort of casting reel and black line. I don't know what they were, but they had to be cheap, because we were poor. I used a branch cut from a willow, with string from the grocery store that was used to wrap meat, and a small hook.
     While they fished for catfish, I fished for shiners. I can't remember how old I was the first time I went...4, 5 or maybe 6. I can remember using a Pflueger tandem spinner and a Shannon twin-spinner, as well as a Flat Fish and Lazy Ike. An old neighbor gave me a tackle box with some Pikie minnows, Go Deeper Crabs, and a Bass Oreno plug. I caught bass on all of them.
     The guys with money used solid fiberglass rods and Pflueger Supremes...with everything made in the USA. Anything from Japan or elsewhere was just junk.
     I went from sitting on a muddy river bank to wading creeks in my bare feet to my first johnboat, and then my first bass boat. I fished tournaments for some 20 years, including the Ohio Bass Federation state tournaments. I got so tired of the tournament crap I won't even go to a weigh-in now. Through it all, I had fun, learned a lot, made a lot of friends, and got to watch all the technological advances. It has been a sweet ride, and I ain't done yet.

(From a Colorado angler) Ahhh!...my first casting reel. Remember those exciting (to a 10 year old) ads in the back of magazines for the "100 piece fishing kit"? The picture was of a casting reel, lures, hooks, stringer, swivels, split shot (all counted individually), and probably other exciting things laid out in front of a tackle box. I think it cost $12.95.
     My friend John and I each saved our lawn-mowing money for that kit. And then came the day the packages arrived, both addressed to John's house, so we could open them together. I remember the ad and that box really well. All I remember about the contents, though, was how cheap it all was. And that reel...we wanted to love it, but it obviously was not built to be loved.
     It would only cast about 15 feet, and that was with all the sinkers and lures in the box tied on at the same time. We were crushed, but we learned a dear lesson about "buyer beware."

(From a Kansas angler) I started fishing with my grandfather sometime around 1958, catching bluegill and bullheads with a cane pole and worms. As I became more proficient, I moved up(?) to a Zebco 202...along with channel cats and bass.
     Grandpa gave me my first casting rig, a Shakespeare model 1920 reel and a tubular steel Wonder rod. He also taught me (with infinite patience) how to cast a plug. The first bass I caught on a lure was with that rig, while throwing a Lazy Ike. That old rig has a place of honor in my shop.
     After high school, I went nuts for bass fishing, spending every available hour fishing. I went through the usual assortment of tackle...Abu Garcia 5000, Mitchell 301, the original Daiwa Millionaire, Pflueger Supreme, Shakespeare 1980 President II, etc.
     Circumstances almost forced me to give up fishing in the late-1980s. An industrial accident left me with some physical issues affecting my mobility and balance, and a divorce shortly afterward left me broke, but I've returned to fishing recently...restricted pretty much, though, to fishing from the bank. These days, my greatest joy is teaching my grandkids to fish.

(From a South Carolina angler) Was born in 1955. My best early memory of bass fishing was when I was about 8 years old and wading a waist-deep gravel pit. I was throwing a wooden frog-colored Creek Chub Darter (an old lure left in an old box) around some vegetation. Fished it on a state-of-the-art Mitchell 300 that my dad had traded for a case of home-brewed beer...really good stuff! I was jerking it when a nice bass hit it and came up jumping, then buried deep, pulling hard all the while before spitting the bait. When I looked at the lure, the hooks had been pulled completely out of the bait. Have been hooked on bass fishing ever since.

(From a Florida angler) I'm a November 1941 baby, who started fishing when I was about 14. As I recall, it was an uncle who had given me one of those knuckle-buster reels and a solid steel rod with 30-pound black dacron line. I also bought about 30 or 40 steel leaders, put perch hooks on them, and caught a ton of bluegill, along with a few bass. Got a red and white Daredevil and caught some northern pike. While casting that, I learned how to "thumb" a reel.
     When the crappie started hitting the mayfly hatch, my brother and I got a couple of cane poles, put some of that 30-pound black dacron line on them, and used a white popper to go "fly" fishing and catch a lot of crappie.
     Now I need a second boat to carry all my tackle and don't catch near as many fish. Might have something to do with no one else fishing where we did.

(From a whereabouts-unknown angler) I guess I'm really lucky. I'm 47, and my dad and his uncle were the first people in the country to have baitcasters, so I could throw one of those old Shakespeares before I could ride a two-wheeler. However, I do miss how simple and relaxing fishing was back then. All I had to do was grab my old baitcaster and my fishing hat that held all my spare lures (a Hula Popper and a spinnerbait). I kept a Lucky 13 tied on and tried it first while walking the banks of oxbows and rivers, catching fish all day.

Sunday, April 3, 2022

50 Percent of Field Weighs 5-Fish Limits


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:

1st place went to the team of (from left) Chris Napier and Jobie Walker, with five fish and a total weight of 13.33 pounds. Their big fish weighed 5.23 pounds, which was good enough to claim the lunker pot. They also won the side pot.

2nd place went to the team of (from left) Don Carter and Rob Peppers, with five fish and a total weight of 12.81 pounds. Their big fish weighed 4.76 pounds.

3rd place went to the husband-wife team of Andy and Diana Morath, with five fish and a total weight of 11.44 pounds. Their big fish weighed 3.48 pounds.

4th place went to the team of Bobby Moore and J. P. Twohig (not pictured), with five fish and a total weight of 10.64 pounds. Their big fish weighed 2.75 pounds.

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.

One Last Cast

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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