Went fishing with Freddie G again Wednesday. We went to Lake Russell because it is pretty close to home and it looked as though it might rain so we didn’t want to venture off to far. On the way to the lake we had to stop by a fishing supply store. Fred can’t go fishing unless he stops and spends a $100 or so. I actually bought two $16 baits. Fred said they were had to have baits.
I threw my new $32 arsenal for about an hour without a strike. Put on a 20 cent worm and caught two spots. Freddie caught six spots with his 20 cent worm. $32 zero, 20 cents two, counting Freddie’s which we must do the count goes to eight versus zero. I caught the first fish, so Freddie immediately cranks up the motor and goes to the other side of the lake. Go figure?
Freddie beat me again, and for the most part fair and square. I must admit that I made a terrible mistake. Freddie told me not to bring my tackle box cause I could fish out of his. You would think that was very nice of him, knowing that I had very little tackle and willing to share and all. I normally throw worms with blue in their coloring, got to have some blue somewhere. Freddie knew this from all the years we fished together. Did he have any such blue worms in his boat? Nary a one. Without blue my confidence level fell, thus my concentration fell. Chalk up another one for Freddie G.
Between having no blue worms, Freddie controlling the front of the boat and I having to spend so much time trying to scare off a flock of Buzzards circling Freddie, I was lucky to catch the two fish I did. Of course he tried to put the Buzzards off on me, but we both know who they were checking out.
So Freddie now leads with eight spots, one junk….I got two spots, zero junk.
I was trying to get some photos of a big ole Red Tail Hawk today, but failed miserably. I was talking to a fishing buddy when I saw two hawks being chased by some crows. I Ran over to my truck, got my camera and started clicking away, even though they were at a distance one was headed my way. I looked over my Canon to get an eyeball view of the hawk, about that time he made a push with its massive wings and glided downward right toward me and my buddy. When I brought the camera back to my eye I could never find the huge hawk. My nerves got the best of me. Here was this gigantic hawk swooping within fifty feet of me and I can’t get a picture. I was hollering at by buddy like a man who had sand just thrown in his eyes,”I can’t see, I can’t see.” I was a real piece of work!
After the hawk flew over the pine trees and gone I was really disappointed in the fact I couldn’t stay focused enough, I lost my cool and didn’t know what to do except “I can’t see, I can’t see.” My buddy told me I had put my left eye, my non-dominate eye to the view finder, which probably kept me from getting a proper viewing angle. Sounds good anyway. Well anyway I blew a tremendous opportunity to get some good photos but I haven’t given up. Hope to learn from the mistakes I made today. I am posting my mistakes to make my successes that much more sweeter.
Think I am going to read up on how to take pictures of birds in flight. Had a 70×300 lens and camera was set on the Action setting. Any ideas?
It had been over a year since water was seen in these pond overflow pipes. Nice to see again!
Today the weather forecast was for sunny skies and 71 degrees, mind you it is February 2. Choices had to be made today…was I gonna go to my group meeting at the VA, a fine bunch of men, but not a requirement for me to attend. Two Harley Davidson motorcycles are parked in my carport, I could ride one of them. Riding a Harley in February without having to be all bundle up, that would be cool. My third choice was to go fishing. Yeah I know, why would I want to go fishing, my luck has been nonexistent of late. Could it be that my love of fishing is stronger than my love of riding motorcycles or the need to be around friends? Maybe so. (Doubt my psychologist will ever understand my choice.Whoa, what am I saying? Of course she understands. She is the one that told me I would rather do things alone than with others due to my PTSD. I know better than to doubt Doc.)
When the fish get finicky and refuse to bite the fisherman’s concentration level must go up. Day dreaming about tomorrow or mired in the past ain’t gonna get it. I would think that all fisherman’s senses need to be attuned to what he was doing. I know that on occasion I have been in such a state of zen in my fishing that every cast went where it was directed. I could almost see the bottom of the lake or pond by the feel being transmitted to my hands by line and rod. Days like that don’t come very often for me anymore and I kinda dislike that, but it isn’t the end of the world. My happiness doesn’t rest on whether I catch fish or not, no not really. Don’t get me wrong, I wanna catch fish and a lot of them, but I am most grateful for the opportunity to fish. To be in God’s living room, admiring its beauty, while doing something I enjoy so much is what living is all about to me. So no matter if I catch a big ole bucket mouth or just a guppie. I am having fun. A guppie, maybe? But the dry spell has been broken.
February 1st, the start of a new month, was the day my fishing luck was gonna change.Notice I said luck. I now realize I have no skill in the art of fishing, nada, zip, nary a drop of skill. One of my ole fishing buddies, Fat Freddie G, and I went to Lake Hartwell to do some fishing today. Freddie has a 20ft+ Norris Craft boat with a 300HP Yamaha mounted on the back, The boat was loaded with thousands of dollars worth of baits, rods and reels, depth finders and of course an expert fisherman in the person of Fat Freddie G, Twenty five, thirty years ago Freddie and I fished a lot together and always had a good time. To say that Fred and I were competitive would be putting it mildly. We never fished for anything other than bragging rights, but that didn’t keep us from putting a lit cigarette against the others line if one had a big fish on or was catching more fish than the other. Our trips were always filled with plenty of laughter and today, twenty five years later was no different. Fred caugfht two Spots and one good striper and I never heard the end of it. We came by a gentleman fishing from a dock, so Freddie had to tell him how he had caught three fish and I had nothing. The only thing we could come with was that Fred was fishing with $17-$20 baits and I was using $3 baits.I told Fred next time I would take a Sharpie and put a price of $39.50 on all my baits to fool the fish, that way I would catch the most fish. Well anyway I started the month off with a goose egg, but I will keep plugging away.