Monthly Archives: March 2012

Fishing from the bank

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Saturday I met a young man of 82 years on the bank fishing. We both sat in chairs throwing plastic swimmy jigs trying to catch some crappie. We caught crappie by the droves, a few brim and a catfish. Yes a catfish. If you move the jigs real slow and bump the bottom catfish will eat it. As we fished we talked, nothing deep or serious, just talk between two retired men sitting on a bank fishing. We mostly talked of life after retirement, about the part-time jobs that almost all retired gentlemen have at one time or another. The love of golf both of us have, he still playing, me not so much anymore and the people we both knew, without knowing each other. The one common thread was laughter and the love of life and family we both have. I am glad I met this fine young man.

The real fun came when it was time to clean the fish. There is a cleaning station at the pond. As the fish are Filleted their remains are thrown in the water, creating a chumming effect. Within minutes catfish are all over the place and so easy to catch. Everybody caught catfish midst laughter, giggling and screams of excitement. It is just good ole country fun. All but two of the fish were thrown back, keep and clean what you can eat and leave the rest for another day.

Little Bit Passes

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I can not go on with this blog without mentioning the passing of  Little Bit, the family’s seven teen year old cat. My wife and daughter adopted Little Bit from the Animal Shelter seventeen years ago, saving him from certain death.The last couple of years were kinda rough on him, losing a few teeth and wandering off every now and again. More than once a neighbor would call and let us know that Little Bit was with them, lying curled up on the porch or in the car port, just as if he belonged there. We would fetch him back, just to repeat the procedure every now and again. Yes some tears were shed over the loss of Little Bit,he has left us with many, many funny and heart warming memories.

Morning Fishing

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Well-Well-Well…Got up  at 5:30 AM so I could have plenty of time to get ready and get to the pond before sunrise. Made coffee and instead of getting dressed I just sat around and did nothing, except piss and moan about my back. Finally after two cups of coffee and the start of the medication working on my back I managed to get dressed. When all was said and done I finally got to the pond around 9 AM about  2 hours after sunrise. Got on the water and the trolling battery was about dead. Had to get back to shore and change the battery.Finally got fishing just as the fog was lifting. I was throwing a 6 inch Rapal Original Floater, gray and black. About the third cast a big ole bass rolled on the bait and the fight was on. I was using 12# test Berkley Trylene XL green line, Abu Garcia rod and an old Shimano 1000 bait casting reel. After getting the fish in the boat I found that the battery in my fish scale was out. The bass was the biggest I have ever caught but after trying to take a picture, I eased it back in the water. I would never intentionally keep a bass under 10#s for a trophy. So being unsure I had to let it go. I really don’t mind letting it back in the water, cause the fish brought me great pleasure in the fight. Maybe we will meet again.

 I caught a couple more bass today, a good day.

Fishing again

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The last couple of times I have gone fishing I have concentrated on bass instead of the tasteful crappie, my bad cause I ain’t caught many bass. But every time I do go I spend some time crappie fishing, cause it is so much fun catching them one after another on light tackle. Tomorrow my schedule is clear of medical tests and what not so I am going out early, as close to sun rise as my aching bones will let me. Gonna try bucket mouth bass for a while, then later in the day I will go back to crappie.Who knows, maybe next year I’ll get up to Vermont and try some of that ice fishing for crappie that D&B Ice Adventures talk about on their blog.