It was my favorite of all the lures in my tackle box. It had a blue back and an orange belly separated into two parts to give the illusion of a broken back. The effectiveness of this lure was spot on. It dove about 7-8 feet and could catch the attention of even the most elusive bass. I often found myself using it when the day started to turn into dusk and the fishing got really good. One evening I was fishing with the lure when I felt the line snap in half. I was disappointed to lose the lure, but my anger shortly turned into gratefulness as I remembered the fish I had caught with it About a month later I was fishing on a Jon Boat and found the lure, the colors faded, the barbs on the hooks had lost some strength due to rust. If another fisherman …show more content…
I believe that fishing is the same way, as my friend Brent and I commonly say “A bad day of fishing beats a good day of anything else” Fishing has always been a major part of my life growing up. I have always found myself anticipating the big first catch of the spring. I will never forget the day that I first learned how to use an open-faced spinning reel. I was five years old and my dad told me that after I woke up from my nap he would show me how to use the exciting new tool for roping in fish. I went to my room and sat there, unable to fall asleep. I still remember my window being half way open and hearing the wind chimes as the summer breeze rolled through the porch. I must have sat there for about fifteen minutes, but in my young mind I convinced myself that I had been there for hours. I walked outside with the anticipation of reeling in a large mouth bass on the edge of the pond. I walked up behind my dad and told the most common white lie in a young child’s life “I’m done with my nap”. A smile ran across his face as he found humor in my innocent fib. He then taught me how to use an open face reel as promised. The open face spinning reel is now one of my favorite
Since this first encounter I have caught lots of these magnificent fish and as the years go by they seem to keep getting bigger and bigger. I have developed several baits and presentations that help me to catch these fish and I would like to share them with you.
I got together with Sierra and Adrianna to cook our lobsters. It was a sane process because as we began cooking, we had the chance to know each other better and become friends. First, I boiled my lobsters the night that I received them.The smell of the lobster was so bad, I could have sworn I smelled it for two whole weeks. Then, the coming Monday I began the process of making lobster tail picatta. As I started shucking, I soon discovered that it was a very hard task to accomplish. I had to use a hammer I had around the house to be able to open the tail of the lobster. After I finally was able to receive the meat from the lobster tail, I set it aside. The second part was creating the salad. Afterwards, I washed the lettuce in the sink, then
Gone Fishing. It was an exciting day for me, and I didn’t even know what was going to happen. My grandpa came to my house and then he told my brother Luke and I that he was going to take us on a fishing trip to Canada with his friend. We were so excited when he told us I told Grandpa, “This will be the best summer vacation ever!” After he told us we went and got gear like fishing poles, rain suits and food.
My first fishing experience was with my dad and my older brother when I was seven. Driving up to the creek, walking through the muddy path on the twisting dirt road. I could feel my dad’s pride
The fish had a look of sorrow as if it had let the Universe down by being silly enough to confuse a bit of metal with something naturally provided for its sustenance. While I was grateful for its capture, we were both grateful for its release. I didn't actually get to see the grateful look as the fish disappeared, quicksilver like, and left me there with my own grateful self. I caught no more fish that day, but Artie did, and from that time on I was captivated by fly fishing. It took me awhile to get capable of it. It took even longer to get passable at it. Nowadays I can actually teach folks how to do it, including my girl Sammie. I've heard it said that you understand a concept when you can describe it to your grandmother in a manner that she can understand. Both mine had dearly departed before I had a chance to test that theory; It did work on Sammie though, who some days out fishes me. I have gotten to the point where I love to fly fish even without catching fish. I love where trout live. I love the bugs they eat. I know their names in Latin...Baetis, Tricorythodes, Heptageniidae. I'm grateful for that trip with Artie, and more grateful for the fish I catch, then set free. I can never be grateful enough for the sacrifices
"When done under the rules of good sportsmanship, duck hunting is a culmination of art, skill, and scientific endeavor. It is also an act of love, for who loves the birds more than the hunter." --Bob Hinman, The Duck Hunter's Handbook, 1974. This quote, I believe applies to all kinds of hunting. This was not clear to me, however, until I was around thirteen years old. I am sure glad that it is now, though.
Fishing is a very mental sport. Many anglers have been fishing their whole lives and will never know everything about the sport, it is constantly evolving. This blog is designed strengthen an aspiring bass anglers knowledge of what bait to use based on the clarity of the water. The author breaks down the post using headings, separating different sections based of the visibility of the water. He inserts pictures of him holding fish to strengthen his credibility and keep readers interested.
One of the most commonly used fishing lures is the classic "wounded minnow" lure. Its design allows it to resemble a minnow, or other small fish, that has been recently wounded and can barely swim. The effectiveness of this lure is evident in its length of past use and the continued production of the lure today.
"The sun was going down, and I couldn't see in the water. Montalto is a serious, soft-spoken young man with a sturdy build, who was a hockey player in high school. "I was throwing a bluegill colored swim bait, jerking it to make it look as if it were dying on the bed. "Another cast, jerked it once, and the fish took off.” Montalto was prepared--sort of. He had a Johnny Morris Titanium 8 casting rod, and a Bass Pro Qualifier reel loaded with Power Pro 50-pound braid. "I set the hook, and the fish felt small. Then I realized I just felt air because the drag was loose. It hit close, so it didn't take long to get it in. "I got on my stomach to scoop it out, because there was a drop-off at the bank with weeds and grass. I had to bear-hug it out of the water. "I put it on the scale, and it read 16.75. I put it on again, and it still read 16.75. I was like, okay, here's a big fish.” The article continues on to describe the way he makes money after catching the fish and how people are always trying to beat his “behemoth of a bass”. He was just shy of the state record but says he will continue fishing probably his whole life… “The violence I feel through the rod promises the fish of a lifetime.” This quote describes how a man was fishing and had hooked a big fish. He knew it was a big
This is why many fishermen prefer to use artificial lures as it readily available and creates a challenging positive experience. https://www.reelpursuits.com/live-bait-fishing-vs-artificial-lures/ December 3,
Learning something and figuring it out might be the best feeling a person can have, especially when it comes to fishing. Not catching a single thing to catching a fish every ten minutes is a sensation that never gets old. From just being lucky to then not catching a single thing, and then catching bass is a feeling one can get used to. Catching bass is a difficult thing to do, but if you research and study the movement of the bass, it can get much easier and ten times more fun as well.
Many people see hunting and fishing as the slaughtering of innocent animals for no reason other than sport and fun. However, the truth is, hunting and fishing are beneficial to people, environments, and the economy. Hunting and fishing are beneficial to the economy because they cause a major economic impact. Hunting and fishing are beneficial to environments and people because they reduce damages done by wildlife overcrowding. Hunting and fishing are also beneficial to people because they provide a healthy, affordable source of food.
Our reels weren’t the only things being destroyed by the salt water. Our lures were as well. Their lustrous, metallic surfaces became dull and oxidized. They began a whole epidemic in our tackle boxes, spreading their gritty growths to even those lures that hadn’t come into contact with salt water. To save the small remainder of healthy lures, we were forced to adopt the tedious and time-consuming, foreign culture of bathing them in freshwater and keeping them in a clean, quarantined box.
I loved looking for new spots and bringing my friends along. I spent tons of time fishing in a small creek near my house. The fish that I caught were not of the best quality. They were all either sunfish, rock bass, perch, or other small types of small freshwater fish. Looking back on those times now I realized I was catching those types of fish because I would only use was worms for bait.
Fishing tests your patience; if you want to catch a fish, you’re going to have to wait. I dip my feet into the icy water of the river and wait, wait, wait. I feel relaxed, surrounded by nature, but the air around me is also buzzing with the excitement. Goats graze on the grass that grows atop the rocky cliff across from me, and a gentle breeze whispers through the ivy that drapes over it. My hands are gripped tightly around my rod, ready to reel up my first catch, ready for the weight of a monster fish, ready for anything. Out of nowhere, I feel the slightest tug on my line and see a flash of rainbow scales beneath the water. I see my fishing rod bending with weight, which could mean only one thing: FISH ON! I begin to reel it in, inch by inch. The trout flies out of the water, glistening as the setting sun reflects off of its scales. The sky is ablaze, full of different shades of magenta, orange, and scarlet. It was as if an artist had painted the sky with the skillful strokes of their paintbrush. I hear my parents gasp with awe behind me. The first