Posts Tagged ‘fishing’

Lament that we have not more fishermen

Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010

“In these sad and ominous days of mad fortune chasing, every patriotic, thoughtful citizen, whether he fishes or not, should lament that we have not among our countrymen more fishermen.”

Grover Cleveland

Fishing tip: break out of the location rut

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

When you get a chance to fish, the temptation exists to visit a spot popular among other anglers, or where you’ve experienced success in the past. Understandable. But if you really want to up your game, change things up and try an all new stretch of water. This approach will not only make the outing more challenging, it’s also a wonderful way to discover new hot spots. When fishing “virgin” water, you’ll find yourself more alert, and braving the odds created by an unfamiliar setting adds an exciting wrinkle to the experience. Exploration and discovery is at the heart of fishing, and you won’t be a truly capable angler until you can find and catch fish in areas you’ve never visited before.

Fishing and prayer

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

“Next to prayer, fishing is the most personal relationship of man.”

Herbert Hoover

Fishing Cartoon

Thursday, August 19th, 2010

Wind-borne Reds

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

I headed out solo this evening to try my luck on a nearby flat, knowing full well that the wind was cooking at 17 knots or so. Sure enough, the bay was chopped up and ugly, and I considered going home early before spotting a good school of redfish among the waves. I lost two big fish and then landed two thick, copper-sided reds that went back no worse for wear. The school was packed up tight and very aggressive, sending baitfish fleeing as they moved across the flat. I believe they would have hit anything that moved: lures, personal flotation devices, small barnyard animals, you name it. Their raw power was stunning; when they exploded on top they literally knocked the paint off my lures. Epic stuff on a windy evening…and uncanny timing given the latest fishing tip, below.

Fishing Tip: don’t fight the flow

Wednesday, April 7th, 2010

upstreamWhen fishing moving water, remember that predatory fish generally face into the flow, as the current acts as a conveyer belt that ushers food their way. This rule of thumb applies fairly universally, whether you’re drifting wet flies to brown trout in coldwater streams, bouncing jigs for stripers in deeper inlets or working twitchbaits in backwater eddies for snook. Send your casts “upstream”, and (depending on your offering) let it either flow back naturally, or retrieve so it moves along at the same rate as the flow. If you drag a dry fly against the current or pull a lure against a strong tide, more often than not your offering will be ignored by savvy game fish.

Buy a custom rod for cancer

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

pink-rod
My good buddy Joe is putting the finishing touches on one of his fine custom rods – this one a pink, gold and black beauty. The proceeds will go to support a cure for breast cancer, so if you know of a special lady angler (or any angler who likes hot pink) who would relish a hand-crafted, unique gift, now’s your chance. This is a 6′ 6″, fast-action rod well-suited to a wide variety of light-tackle, shallow-water applications, from narrow creeks to shorelines to open water. Proven on a wide variety of coastal saltwater gamefish, it is intended for line in the 6-12 lb. range. Has enough flex to cast 1/4–5/8 oz. lures with distance and accuracy, yet plenty of backbone to turn large fish with authority. Crafted with an attention to detail unmatched in mass-produced rods. Features only the finest components, including: black, 1-piece St Croix SC2 graphite blank; Fuji Hardloy single-foot guides with matching Fuji Hardloy tip-top guide; custom painted reel seat; select-grade cork rear and fore-grips; and clear Flex-coat finish along entire length of rod for optimal durability and a deep, true luster. Makes a fantastic gift for a friend, family member, business associate, etc. Bidding starts at $175.

Interested in landing a great rod and supporting a wonderful cause? Contact us today.

Fly Fishing is a Pain in the Ass

Saturday, February 20th, 2010

kid-tangleOK, before the elitist, Orvis-bedecked types get their feathers ruffled (or hackles up, to milk the pun), know this: I love fly fishing. I love the whistle of the line through the guides, the graceful loops, and the sight of a well-constructed streamer flicking under the surface with a more realistic action than any conventional lure can muster. Fly fishing is artful, old school, and, at times, unbridled fun. But it’s still a raging pain in the keester. If you haven’t fished in a while, your line comes off the reel like a Slinky. Backcasts collapse like a government-run program, and leaders mysteriously tie wind knots that would make a seamstress gasp. (more…)

Ditch Fishin’

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

We gave the snook a deserved break this past week, opting to fish some remote canals for bass instead. Joe and I did just fine on bass and snook, and Abby and I fished a residential canal minutes from our home over the weekend and scared up a few fish. No records were set, but we took the first step toward a personal 2010 goal: to catch a peacock bass locally. We also brought PITA the Wonder Dog along for her first boat trip, and she showed angling promise. Sadly, we learned that some of the remote canals we fished will soon be filled in as part of the controversial Everglades Restoration Project. I’m sure these people’s hearts are in the right place, but the canals in question and the surrounding land are brimming with fish and other wildlife, including water birds of every stripe, otters, deer, alligators, and a host of assorted, furry critters. I’m doing my best to educate myself about the specifics of the plan, and I’d appreciate any insight our readers can provide.

Essential Fishing Tune

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
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“Well her hair was jet black and her name was Bodine,
thought she was the cream of the Basin Street queens.
She got tired of that smoky white dream,
began to feel lonesome, orn’ry and mean…”