There's at least one man tonight probably wondering why someone would swamp his rented johnboat, causing him to fall overboard, then just keep on going, rather than come back to help him. Yet, that's exactly what happened earlier today in West Neck Creek. I heard the culprits even had the audacity to raise a beer salute to the victim as they sped away.
I don't have any names here and wouldn't use them if I did, because names are unimportant. Instead, it's the reckless disregard for someone's life that's important.
According to my reporting source, the victim was a rather large gent who, unfortunately, had neglected to don his lifevest before leaving the dock. He also hadn't attached the outboard motor's kill-switch lanyard, which, as I understand it, led to an injury from the motor's prop, which still was turning when help eventually arrived. That help, incidentally, was in the form of the occupants of a nearby pontoon boat. They luckily saw the events unfold before their very eyes.
My reporting source said the culprits in this case were four young lads in a ski boat who were running too fast and passed too closely to the victim's johnboat. Efforts to locate the ski boat today were in vain, but a report was filed with both the police and marine police. It's my understanding there's a pretty good description in that report of the ski boat, and I've been assured there'll be lots of eyes watching for this craft.
If the young men involved in this incident happen to read this blog post, I would suggest that you find a new "playground," because you've worn out your welcome where you were today. And, if you don't understand that wording, I'll give it to you one other way that maybe you will understand: JACKASSES AREN'T WELCOME AROUND HERE!!!
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Saturday, May 31, 2014
"It Was Like a Fishin' Dream"
That's how Terry Bennett described the fishing day he and a buddy had yesterday on Norfolk Lake. "We got into a tremendous bass bite that lasted for hours," he said. And before I go any further here, let me clarify that I obtained this report via my good friend, Charlie Bruggemann, who also has included the info on his blog (http://vbfishlguide.blogspot.com/).
"These bass were chasing minnows in a small area," continued Terry. "Between us, we caught some 12 to 15, not counting hook throws and non-hooksets."
Terry's highlight, though, was the citation crappie (first citation freshwater fish ever for him) you see in the accompanying photo. It weighed in at 1 lb. 8 ozs. and measured 15 and a half inches when they took it in for certification.
"Thought he was a bass when he hit a 4.5-inch plastic worm," said the proud angler, adding, "imagine my surprise! Guess he was feeding on the minnows, too."
Terry went on to say his buddy caught two bass that would have gone between 4 and 5 lbs. Without a scale, though, they couldn't tell for sure. "I'm pretty certain my buddy also lost a citation bass," noted Terry. "I saw him jump and throw the bait--it was huge. My buddy almost cried."
In wrapping up his report, Terry estimated that most of the bass they landed yesterday were in the 2-lb. range, and all of them were released alive. Seems the only reason they quit when they did was because one or both of them had a commitment elsewhere.
"As I paddled off," said Terry, "a big bass slapped the water while chasing minnows about 20 feet from me--imagine having to paddle away from something like that."
The water Terry and his buddy fished yesterday was running 74 degrees in a depth of 3 to 4 feet, and it was pretty murky. Successful lures included wacky worms, soft-plastic shad/minnow-type lures, beetle spins, and spinnerbaits. "The only thing they wouldn't hit," Terry concluded, "was the craws... strange."
"These bass were chasing minnows in a small area," continued Terry. "Between us, we caught some 12 to 15, not counting hook throws and non-hooksets."
Terry's highlight, though, was the citation crappie (first citation freshwater fish ever for him) you see in the accompanying photo. It weighed in at 1 lb. 8 ozs. and measured 15 and a half inches when they took it in for certification.
"Thought he was a bass when he hit a 4.5-inch plastic worm," said the proud angler, adding, "imagine my surprise! Guess he was feeding on the minnows, too."
Terry went on to say his buddy caught two bass that would have gone between 4 and 5 lbs. Without a scale, though, they couldn't tell for sure. "I'm pretty certain my buddy also lost a citation bass," noted Terry. "I saw him jump and throw the bait--it was huge. My buddy almost cried."
In wrapping up his report, Terry estimated that most of the bass they landed yesterday were in the 2-lb. range, and all of them were released alive. Seems the only reason they quit when they did was because one or both of them had a commitment elsewhere.
"As I paddled off," said Terry, "a big bass slapped the water while chasing minnows about 20 feet from me--imagine having to paddle away from something like that."
The water Terry and his buddy fished yesterday was running 74 degrees in a depth of 3 to 4 feet, and it was pretty murky. Successful lures included wacky worms, soft-plastic shad/minnow-type lures, beetle spins, and spinnerbaits. "The only thing they wouldn't hit," Terry concluded, "was the craws... strange."
A Real Good Bass On...
Or so my friend, Ray Scott, thought when something attacked the bait on the end of his fly rod. "I just knew I had a 2 and a half or 3 pounder," he said.
He went on to explain that he held the rod tip in the water ever so vigilantly so the fish wouldn't jump, adding, "I wanted to just let him wear himself out."
The "proof in the pudding" came moments later, though, when he hauled--in his own words--"just another dink" into the boat. "Man, was I disappointed!" he exclaimed.
If it's any consolation, Ray, don't feel bad, 'cause I've chased my own share of "thought to be big bass" down the side of my boat, only to also find a strong-pulling dink, or worse--one of those rowdy toothy critters.
All was not lost however, because overall, Ray had a pretty good day yesterday while fishing Haynes and Godfrey Creeks, as well as the one north of Haynes. "Got my limit of dinks," he said, noting that most of them came on spinnerbaits and swimbaits.
The best part of his day, though, was the 15 or so bluegills he picked up with his fly rod, using sinking flies in black and yellow. "About a third of them were good sized," he wrote. On the other hand, he couldn't elicit much interest in topwater bugs.
Incidentally, Ray, don't let down your guard the next time you feel a mighty tug on the end of your fly line and are tempted to play it like just another ho-hum dink. Why? 'Cause if your luck runs anything like mine, that'll be the one time when you really do have a big 'un on.
Tight Lines! my friend.
Ray's fishing report was forwarded to me by our mutual friend, Charlie Bruggemann, who also has posted it on his blog. Check it out at http://vbfishguide.blogspot.com/.
He went on to explain that he held the rod tip in the water ever so vigilantly so the fish wouldn't jump, adding, "I wanted to just let him wear himself out."
The "proof in the pudding" came moments later, though, when he hauled--in his own words--"just another dink" into the boat. "Man, was I disappointed!" he exclaimed.
If it's any consolation, Ray, don't feel bad, 'cause I've chased my own share of "thought to be big bass" down the side of my boat, only to also find a strong-pulling dink, or worse--one of those rowdy toothy critters.
All was not lost however, because overall, Ray had a pretty good day yesterday while fishing Haynes and Godfrey Creeks, as well as the one north of Haynes. "Got my limit of dinks," he said, noting that most of them came on spinnerbaits and swimbaits.
The best part of his day, though, was the 15 or so bluegills he picked up with his fly rod, using sinking flies in black and yellow. "About a third of them were good sized," he wrote. On the other hand, he couldn't elicit much interest in topwater bugs.
Incidentally, Ray, don't let down your guard the next time you feel a mighty tug on the end of your fly line and are tempted to play it like just another ho-hum dink. Why? 'Cause if your luck runs anything like mine, that'll be the one time when you really do have a big 'un on.
Tight Lines! my friend.
Ray's fishing report was forwarded to me by our mutual friend, Charlie Bruggemann, who also has posted it on his blog. Check it out at http://vbfishguide.blogspot.com/.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Some of the Tragic Memorial Day Results Are In
While I've not been able to find any reports yet on boating accidents in Virginia over the long Memorial Day weekend, reports abound on what happened in the Lone Star State. Texas game wardens investigated seven drowning deaths and another four boating-related fatalities over what proved to be one of the state's deadliest Memorial Day weekends ever.
In addition to handling those tragedies, game wardens issued hundreds of water-safety citations and made numerous arrests, including 31 persons for boating while intoxicated, 7 for driving while intoxicated, 14 for public intoxication, and 36 on various drug-related offenses.
"Texas game wardens will remember this Memorial Day weekend for years to come," said Lt. Col. Danny Shaw, deputy director of law enforcement for the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department (TPWD). "...This was one of the deadliest three-day holidays in recent memory," he added, noting that wardens responded to a total of 21 boating accidents. In addition to the four boating-related deaths involved, there were two serious injuries.
"Everyone must play a part in increasing water safety in Texas," said Col. Craig Hunter, TPWD director of law enforcement. "I urge every Texan to wear a life jacket while on our lakes, rivers and bays and not to consume alcohol while boating in Texas. Your life could well depend on it."
That's good advice for everyone, whether they be Texans, Virginians or otherwise. Here are a few more words to the wise:
* Check the weather forecast before heading out.
* Use common sense and operate responsibly.
* Take a boating safety course.
* Don't overload your boat.
According to the U.S. Coast Guard, there are more than 12 million registered recreational boats in the United States. With so many boaters enjoying the waterways, it's no surprise that more than 4,062 accidents were reported in 2013. Of that number, 560 people died, 2,620 were injured, and property damage amounted to approximately $39 million. Compared to 2012, the number of accidents decreased 10 percent, the number of deaths decreased 14 percent, and the number of injuries decreased 12.7 percent.
There's no mystery to boating safety. Understanding and obeying navigational rules and safety procedures has proven to save lives while reducing injuries and property damage.
Boat smart, my friends.
In addition to handling those tragedies, game wardens issued hundreds of water-safety citations and made numerous arrests, including 31 persons for boating while intoxicated, 7 for driving while intoxicated, 14 for public intoxication, and 36 on various drug-related offenses.
"Texas game wardens will remember this Memorial Day weekend for years to come," said Lt. Col. Danny Shaw, deputy director of law enforcement for the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department (TPWD). "...This was one of the deadliest three-day holidays in recent memory," he added, noting that wardens responded to a total of 21 boating accidents. In addition to the four boating-related deaths involved, there were two serious injuries.
"Everyone must play a part in increasing water safety in Texas," said Col. Craig Hunter, TPWD director of law enforcement. "I urge every Texan to wear a life jacket while on our lakes, rivers and bays and not to consume alcohol while boating in Texas. Your life could well depend on it."
That's good advice for everyone, whether they be Texans, Virginians or otherwise. Here are a few more words to the wise:
* Check the weather forecast before heading out.
* Use common sense and operate responsibly.
* Take a boating safety course.
* Don't overload your boat.
According to the U.S. Coast Guard, there are more than 12 million registered recreational boats in the United States. With so many boaters enjoying the waterways, it's no surprise that more than 4,062 accidents were reported in 2013. Of that number, 560 people died, 2,620 were injured, and property damage amounted to approximately $39 million. Compared to 2012, the number of accidents decreased 10 percent, the number of deaths decreased 14 percent, and the number of injuries decreased 12.7 percent.
There's no mystery to boating safety. Understanding and obeying navigational rules and safety procedures has proven to save lives while reducing injuries and property damage.
Boat smart, my friends.
Catch Some Fish, Fill Your Tummy, Help Fight Cancer...
You can do all that and more by attending and participating in the 13th Annual Steve Gambill Cancer Classic to be held at West Landing Marina in Virginia Beach this Sunday, June 1.
Pre-registration for this tournament ends today, but you still can register by calling organizer Chris Vitovich today or tomorrow at 512-6837 or 468-0972. You also can register online at www.cancerclassic.org, and, of course, last-minute registrations still will be taken Sunday at West Landing Marina, starting at 5 a.m.
All proceeds from this tournament go to the American Cancer Society. Over the past 12 years, the Steve Gambill Cancer Classic has raised $124,000. Meanwhile, 1st-, 2nd- and 3rd-place tournament winners in each of three divisions (bass only, open, and junior) receive trophies.
Following the tournament, from 3 to 5 p.m., there's a family picnic for all to enjoy, so plan now to come, stay a while, and help Chris honor his late best fishin' buddy, Steve Gambill. You won't be disappointed--I assure you.
For complete details about the tournament rules, see my blog post titled "Mark Sunday, June 1, on Your Calendars," which I put up Tuesday, May 6.
Pre-registration for this tournament ends today, but you still can register by calling organizer Chris Vitovich today or tomorrow at 512-6837 or 468-0972. You also can register online at www.cancerclassic.org, and, of course, last-minute registrations still will be taken Sunday at West Landing Marina, starting at 5 a.m.
All proceeds from this tournament go to the American Cancer Society. Over the past 12 years, the Steve Gambill Cancer Classic has raised $124,000. Meanwhile, 1st-, 2nd- and 3rd-place tournament winners in each of three divisions (bass only, open, and junior) receive trophies.
Following the tournament, from 3 to 5 p.m., there's a family picnic for all to enjoy, so plan now to come, stay a while, and help Chris honor his late best fishin' buddy, Steve Gambill. You won't be disappointed--I assure you.
For complete details about the tournament rules, see my blog post titled "Mark Sunday, June 1, on Your Calendars," which I put up Tuesday, May 6.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Swapping Their T-Ball Coaching Caps for Fishin' Hats
That's the report I got today from my friend, Jerry.
For the past two months, he and his son, Chris, have been coaching the T-ball team of Chris's son. The season has ended, though, so Jerry and Chris grabbed their fishin' hats this morning and headed for the Northwest River--for their first trip together so far this year.
After having a rough day at West Neck this past Wednesday, Jerry wanted to try some different water. The Northwest proved to be "very muddy," as he described it, but the bite was on. This 14-incher came on only Jerry's second cast and turned out to be the best of their day, but they also caught more.
Over the next five hours, they would bag seven more bass, one crappie, and according to Jerry, "a very healthy bowfin. Thankfully, the bowfin threw the hook while Chris was 'toying' with him beside the boat."
The day's bite may have been slow, but the father-son duo were just happy to be back out on the water again on a Saturday. "And unlike my last trip to the Northwest, snakes were NOT a factor today," Jerry concluded.
For the past two months, he and his son, Chris, have been coaching the T-ball team of Chris's son. The season has ended, though, so Jerry and Chris grabbed their fishin' hats this morning and headed for the Northwest River--for their first trip together so far this year.
After having a rough day at West Neck this past Wednesday, Jerry wanted to try some different water. The Northwest proved to be "very muddy," as he described it, but the bite was on. This 14-incher came on only Jerry's second cast and turned out to be the best of their day, but they also caught more.
Over the next five hours, they would bag seven more bass, one crappie, and according to Jerry, "a very healthy bowfin. Thankfully, the bowfin threw the hook while Chris was 'toying' with him beside the boat."
The day's bite may have been slow, but the father-son duo were just happy to be back out on the water again on a Saturday. "And unlike my last trip to the Northwest, snakes were NOT a factor today," Jerry concluded.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Fish, Fish and More Fish
This first report is from a new contributor. His name is Chuck Hardy, Jr. I just recently got to know Chuck through an email he sent me, asking if the "Ray Hardy" listed on the "In Memoriam" section of my blog (which he reads) might be his late uncle. Turns out that he was spot on, and I not only have been able to complete Ray's information on the "In Memoriam" block, but I'm also now working on a future blog article about this avid fisherman, friend, and all-around good guy that Chuck knew as Uncle Ray.
That being said, Chuck sent me photos of a couple fish he caught this morning, when he stopped off on Muddy Creek Road in Back Bay en route to work--"completely out of my way, I might add," he clarified.
Chuck earlier told me he spent a fair amount of time as a youth fishing with his Uncle Ray, and it showed in that last statement. I can't tell you how many times over the years I saw Ray show up at West Neck when he could get away from a job for a couple hours of fishing--whether it be first thing in the morning, mid-day or whenever. He just loved to fish and took advantage of every minute he could spend on the water. When he had finished, he'd rush back to work as quickly as he had come flying into the West Neck parking lot.
Chuck estimated the bass (above, right) at about 2 lbs. It fell for what appeared (in a different photo) to be a perch-colored Rebel Pop R. He also caught a second bass before he was done.
That wasn't all, either. This ring perch, which Chuck estimated at about a pound, fell for a red and white spinnerbait--one of those Walmart $1 models that I've also used a few times to catch some fish. In fact, I always keep several of them in my tacklebox, just in case.
This second report comes from Skip Schaible, who didn't get out until about 9:30 this morning. "That bed was just too comfortable," he explained. This bass tipped his digital scales at 2-13. He also had one that weighed 1-15.
Skip went on to say he lost a fish that he would estimate at 4 or 5 lbs. "Made my drag scream," he reported.
He called it a day about 2 o'clock.
And last, but certainly not least, is this report from Jim Bauer on his final day at Lake Gaston. The bad boy he's holding proudly here weighed in at 3-10. He also had a 2-8, 2-6, 1-1, and three dinks.
"I think they call it perseverance, or maybe it's just not being willing to give up," said Jim. If you've followed his reports over previous days, you know he's had more than his share of frustrations trying to boat these wily creatures.
"Sure felt good to catch a few good fish," he concluded his email.
I can't say anything but "good on ya" to all these fine folks. There's absolutely nothing shabby about any of these reports. All I can add is: Keep 'em coming. My hand already is feeling better. Woo Hoo!!!
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
A Couple of Summaries
This evening's report from my buddy Jim Bauer, who's still at Lake Gaston, was a tad better than yesterday, in that he caught a total of five bass today. Unfortunately, they all were dinks, starting with a 13.5-incher that didn't even weigh a pound. Said Jim, "It was another one of those deals like yesterday, when I repeatedly would drag back nothing but a half-inch of French fry."
There's less chance of rain tomorrow at Gaston than there was today, but it's supposed to be hot. Jim told me to be expecting a report on his finale.
The other email report I received came from my kayaker buddy, Charlie Bruggemann, who spent today in the Albright's oxbow. While he didn't weigh any monsters, he did well. "Got 18 total, with the top fish going 1-3, 1-3, 1-4, 1-6, 1-7, and 2-2," said Charlie. He got one on a hollow-bodied frog, and the rest on craws, paddle-tail swimbaits, lizards, and tubes.
For a complete report and video of today's trip, visit Charlie's blog http://vbfishguide.blogspot.com/. It'll probably be sometime tomorrow afternoon before he has it posted. As Charlie often has reminded me, it takes a while to edit all that video he shoots.
Just Our Luck!
By Jerry Gardner
A friend (and fellow church member) and I made our first casts at West Neck at 6:50 a.m. today. At 7:26, my friend, Eddie, boated the dink that he is so proudly holding in this photo.
Three minutes later, I boated this dink, which happened to be about twice the size of Eddie's.
As soon as Eddie caught his fish, I jokingly told him that I wanted to take a picture, just in case it turned out to be the only one of the day. Had I known I would jinx us for the rest of our trip with that statement, I surely would have kept the thought to myself. I managed to add one more dink to our sack, but that was it.
After four hours, we had reached our limit for dealing with the futility of it all and decided to return to the ramp. Wouldn't you know, though, that just as I powered up, an angler in a boat ahead of us, off to the right, landed a fish that looked like it easily would weigh at least 5 lbs. Even seeing that hawg, though, couldn't rejuvenate our interest.
Jerry went on to note in his email that he checked the water-level gauge at the ramp today and, after getting home, confirmed that adding 1.30 to the North Landing River level resulted in a West Neck Creek reading that matched the one he had photographed before leaving the marina. I tested Charlie's system yesterday when I was out and found only a 0.11 difference, which was good enough for this country boy. I'm satisfied that Charlie has come up with a real winner here.
Old But Still Puttin' Fish in the Boat
For the record, this ain't gonna be a tale about the fact I turn three score and 11 years old tomorrow. Rather, it's a story about some old fishin' lures that, despite their age, still are proving they can catch fish.
The Zara Spook (pictured top left), Lucky 13, Bayou Boogie, and Crazy Crawler are among the oldest artificial lures still in production. And in case you didn't know, they're all made by Heddon Lures, which was founded in 1894 by James Heddon, who is commonly recognized as the creator of the first artificial fishing lure. Heddon Lures is the oldest continuously operating fishing-tackle company in the United States.
Another "oldie but goodie" lure manufacturer is the Fred Arbogast Company, which makes the Jitterbug and Hula Popper you see in the photo at right.
Fred Arbogast became a full-time lure maker in 1926, and two years later, when he formed his own company, started mass producing baits. While one of the first lures middle-aged bass anglers today may have thrown was from the Arbogast line, it's also true that just as many anglers may not have thrown one of these same baits for 10 years or more.
"Why?" you may be asking. Not because they no longer exist, but simply because they aren't as prominent on store shelves these days.
Also on the list of old-time lure makers is Crème. It was Akron, Ohio, resident Nick Crème and his wife, Cosma, who decided to do something about the fact there still were no soft-plastic lures on the market in the early 1940s. They experimented with various mixes of synthetic materials until they found one that gave them the effect they wanted.
The first Crème worm (see some samples at left) spawned an entirely new segment of the fishing industry. Today, there are hundreds of thousands of soft-plastic lures that have descended from that first worm, with more coming along all the time.
When they first hit the market in 1949, Crème worms sold at a rate of five for a buck.
Another not-to-be-forgotten oldster, although it's a newcomer compared to Heddon and Arbogast, is the Cotton Cordell line of baits, which has been around for more than 50 years.
Cotton Cordell learned about fishing, guiding and lure designing in his youth when his father owned a fishing resort on Lake Catherine in Hot Springs, Arkansas. He formed his own company, Cordell Lures, where he introduced such baits as the Hot Spot, Gay Glade, Boy Howdy, Red Fin, and Crazy Shad.
It was Cordell Lures' mass production of Fred Young's Big O, however, that took the bass-fishing world by storm. It armed bass anglers with an entirely new way to fish.
Finally, we come to Johnson Lures. It was 1920, when Louis Johnson created the Silver Minnow (pictured at left), the first weedless spoon ever made completely of metal. Most artificial lures until this time had been either wood or a combination of wood and metal.
The all-metal Silver Minnow ushered in a whole new subculture in both fresh and salt water.
There are some today who would say that those anglers who have cast aside these old lures in favor of today's innovative designs may be shortchanging themselves. They say these old lures still will keep pace with newer offerings if you'll just give them a chance.
The Zara Spook (pictured top left), Lucky 13, Bayou Boogie, and Crazy Crawler are among the oldest artificial lures still in production. And in case you didn't know, they're all made by Heddon Lures, which was founded in 1894 by James Heddon, who is commonly recognized as the creator of the first artificial fishing lure. Heddon Lures is the oldest continuously operating fishing-tackle company in the United States.
Another "oldie but goodie" lure manufacturer is the Fred Arbogast Company, which makes the Jitterbug and Hula Popper you see in the photo at right.
Fred Arbogast became a full-time lure maker in 1926, and two years later, when he formed his own company, started mass producing baits. While one of the first lures middle-aged bass anglers today may have thrown was from the Arbogast line, it's also true that just as many anglers may not have thrown one of these same baits for 10 years or more.
"Why?" you may be asking. Not because they no longer exist, but simply because they aren't as prominent on store shelves these days.
Also on the list of old-time lure makers is Crème. It was Akron, Ohio, resident Nick Crème and his wife, Cosma, who decided to do something about the fact there still were no soft-plastic lures on the market in the early 1940s. They experimented with various mixes of synthetic materials until they found one that gave them the effect they wanted.
The first Crème worm (see some samples at left) spawned an entirely new segment of the fishing industry. Today, there are hundreds of thousands of soft-plastic lures that have descended from that first worm, with more coming along all the time.
When they first hit the market in 1949, Crème worms sold at a rate of five for a buck.
Another not-to-be-forgotten oldster, although it's a newcomer compared to Heddon and Arbogast, is the Cotton Cordell line of baits, which has been around for more than 50 years.
Cotton Cordell learned about fishing, guiding and lure designing in his youth when his father owned a fishing resort on Lake Catherine in Hot Springs, Arkansas. He formed his own company, Cordell Lures, where he introduced such baits as the Hot Spot, Gay Glade, Boy Howdy, Red Fin, and Crazy Shad.
It was Cordell Lures' mass production of Fred Young's Big O, however, that took the bass-fishing world by storm. It armed bass anglers with an entirely new way to fish.
Finally, we come to Johnson Lures. It was 1920, when Louis Johnson created the Silver Minnow (pictured at left), the first weedless spoon ever made completely of metal. Most artificial lures until this time had been either wood or a combination of wood and metal.
The all-metal Silver Minnow ushered in a whole new subculture in both fresh and salt water.
There are some today who would say that those anglers who have cast aside these old lures in favor of today's innovative designs may be shortchanging themselves. They say these old lures still will keep pace with newer offerings if you'll just give them a chance.
What's the Difference Between Men and Boys?
According to the popular saying, it's the price of their toys. I would suggest, though, in this case, it perhaps would be more accurate to say "the size of their toys."
When I first received this photo from my friend, Skip, I thought the whole thing might just be some kind of joke. But after digging around the Internet for a while, I came to realize that Smart cars, like the one in this photo, really do have towing capabilities. The unofficial towing capacity for the 450 Smart is 660 lbs. However, when you take in the maximum load for the car, you're probably looking at a 441-lb. maximum trailer weight, with 66 lbs. at the hitch.
I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that I know a lot of bass anglers who would have a hard time meeting those specs, given all the tackle they routinely carry on a fishing trip. And can you imagine the guffaws that would resonate from fellow anglers if someone showed up at a local launch ramp with a rig like this? The din only would grow when the dude parked this rig between--say--a couple of those jacked-up, big-wheeled pickups. Now that would be a priceless sight to behold.
"Never will happen," perhaps you're saying. I would caution you, though, that nearly anything is possible in this world today, especially around boat ramps. About the time you think you've seen it all, you get amazed yet again. All I ask is that, if you ever do see something like this happening, please take a picture and send it to me. I'm always in the market for a good laugh.
When I first received this photo from my friend, Skip, I thought the whole thing might just be some kind of joke. But after digging around the Internet for a while, I came to realize that Smart cars, like the one in this photo, really do have towing capabilities. The unofficial towing capacity for the 450 Smart is 660 lbs. However, when you take in the maximum load for the car, you're probably looking at a 441-lb. maximum trailer weight, with 66 lbs. at the hitch.
I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that I know a lot of bass anglers who would have a hard time meeting those specs, given all the tackle they routinely carry on a fishing trip. And can you imagine the guffaws that would resonate from fellow anglers if someone showed up at a local launch ramp with a rig like this? The din only would grow when the dude parked this rig between--say--a couple of those jacked-up, big-wheeled pickups. Now that would be a priceless sight to behold.
"Never will happen," perhaps you're saying. I would caution you, though, that nearly anything is possible in this world today, especially around boat ramps. About the time you think you've seen it all, you get amazed yet again. All I ask is that, if you ever do see something like this happening, please take a picture and send it to me. I'm always in the market for a good laugh.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Getting in My Licks One More Time Before I'm Grounded
When my dermatologist gets through with me tomorrow, he's already put me on notice that I should plan on being grounded for two weeks while waiting for the spot on the back of my hand to heal after he takes a knife to it. Accordingly, I wasn't about to pass up the chance to get out today and see if I could catch a few fish.
I wouldn't exactly say it was the kind of day you want to write home about, but I found it satisfying, even though I did struggle for much of the day. My best fish was the 2-4 in this photo. I also boated a 1-7 and two 12-inchers, plus a pickerel. There were a few missed strikes, as well.
Productive lures today were the Pop R and a Strike King 1XS (one of those custom-color jobs I had painted over the winter months).
There were about seven rigs in the West Neck parking lot this morning when I shoved away from the dock, but that number had dwindled to two by the time I came in this afternoon. I'm not sure if that means everyone went out and caught a bunch of fish early, or they just got tired and decided to quit early.
The bottom line here is that I'll be relying solely on the reports I get from others for the next couple of weeks, so send me those emails and photos. I'll be looking forward to getting them.
I wouldn't exactly say it was the kind of day you want to write home about, but I found it satisfying, even though I did struggle for much of the day. My best fish was the 2-4 in this photo. I also boated a 1-7 and two 12-inchers, plus a pickerel. There were a few missed strikes, as well.
Productive lures today were the Pop R and a Strike King 1XS (one of those custom-color jobs I had painted over the winter months).
There were about seven rigs in the West Neck parking lot this morning when I shoved away from the dock, but that number had dwindled to two by the time I came in this afternoon. I'm not sure if that means everyone went out and caught a bunch of fish early, or they just got tired and decided to quit early.
The bottom line here is that I'll be relying solely on the reports I get from others for the next couple of weeks, so send me those emails and photos. I'll be looking forward to getting them.
From "Tough" to "Frustrating" in Two Days
That's how my friend, Jim Bauer, summed up yesterday and today on Lake Gaston. The 2-lb. bass in this photo, which he caught yesterday, was his best fish of the past two days. Yesterday's totals also included a 1-3 and a dink.
Today, he caught a 1-1 and a dink.
Jim still is shaking his head over all the missed strikes in the last two days, along with the many times he had fish on, only to have them come unbuttoned en route to the boat--sometimes right at the boat. It's happened so many times that he's beginning to think, in his own words, "someone must have put a hex on me."
This whole trip has been absent any topwater bite whatsoever, which has only added to his frustration level. By and large, his only productive lures have been a French fry and craw.
Today on Gaston started chilly but warmed up close to 80. "It was breezy, too," said Jim, adding, "we're in for hot weather the next two days and high winds tomorrow. There's a chance of rain and storms, as well"--not exactly the kind of weather he was hoping for on the day he has to pull his boat out of the water and start cleaning it up before the trip home on Friday.
In closing out today's report, Jim offered this apology of sorts, "Sorry I didn't have any exciting fish takes, but that's how it goes with fishing. Maybe tomorrow."
Here's wishing you a banner day, my friend.
Today, he caught a 1-1 and a dink.
Jim still is shaking his head over all the missed strikes in the last two days, along with the many times he had fish on, only to have them come unbuttoned en route to the boat--sometimes right at the boat. It's happened so many times that he's beginning to think, in his own words, "someone must have put a hex on me."
This whole trip has been absent any topwater bite whatsoever, which has only added to his frustration level. By and large, his only productive lures have been a French fry and craw.
Today on Gaston started chilly but warmed up close to 80. "It was breezy, too," said Jim, adding, "we're in for hot weather the next two days and high winds tomorrow. There's a chance of rain and storms, as well"--not exactly the kind of weather he was hoping for on the day he has to pull his boat out of the water and start cleaning it up before the trip home on Friday.
In closing out today's report, Jim offered this apology of sorts, "Sorry I didn't have any exciting fish takes, but that's how it goes with fishing. Maybe tomorrow."
Here's wishing you a banner day, my friend.
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