Fishing Memories

Since I have blogged so much about my fishing trips I thought I would share one of my favorite memories. I first posted this on another blog I was trying to create.

I just came in from taking the trash out with my up coming fishing trip on my mind. Standing in the kitchen looking out the window I had a pity-pot moment. “Oh why don’t I have any fun memories of my youth and the fishing trips I must have gone on.” No more did I have that thought when my mind flooded with such memories. My dad getting me out of school, driving fifty miles, renting a wooden boat with a 2.5 horse power motor and trolling for trout. My first memory of that was in the fifth grade. I know there are pictures of Dad and the family on Lake Louise fishing back in the fifties. That’s the lake where me and my Dad would go on the days he allowed me to play hooky from school. What boy could ever forget such a memory, not this one for sure. I don’t remember all the details of these fishing trips, but I do know that a father was passing his love of fishing down to his youngest son. Dad and I would fish together when ever possible even into my adulthood, sadly due to my schedule and PTSD, not nearly enough.

I kept the tradition up with my son. I know he will always remember the first time I pulled up to East End Elementary School in my blue Ford F-150 with my 17 ft red and gold Astroglass bass boat in tow. It was the best dentist appointment we both had ever been on. I am a very blessed man to have the bond with my son that I have. The love of fishing and the memories it creates are priceless.

Fred Wins Again

Fred and I went back to lake Hartwell today.This time I brought my tackle box with my blue worm assortment. Fred convinced me earlier in the week that I had to have a particular rod and reel that he just so happened to have for sale. Well I kinda liked the set up so I bought them. From now on I am going to have to be carefull about what I say about people who pay hundreds of dollars for a fishing rig. My-My what have I done. Now to the trip…

Just getting to the lake is sometimes an adventure with Fred.  We were going down the by-pass in Anderson when he decides to pull over in the median, he was looking for a map he thought was in the boat. The median is hardly wide enough for the boat let alone Fred standing beside the boat rambling around looking for a map. It was quite unnerving to tell you the truth. Maybe if it had been an emergency I can see pulling into the median, but to look for a map that he never found, nah, I don’t think so. No map, so off we went, We came to a red light and turned left. A few seconds later Fred asked me if we were going the right way. The right way,I had no idea where we were going, let alone if we were going the right way.

Somehow we made it to the ramp Fred wanted without any problems.We launched the boat and started fishing, and fishing and fishing without a strike, Somewhere around 4:30 Fred caught a spot. About thirty minutes later he caught another spot. What did I catch you ask…not a thing.  Another trip with Fred and I don’t catch a thing. I surely hope this pattern doesn’t continue. To make matters worse my blue worms and brand new rod-n-reel didn’t help a bit. I hate to say it but Fred caught the fish with the same color Zoom worm he has been using all along.There must be a dark cloud following me around as far as my fishing goes, I jest, life is good!

Fred: 10 Spots-1 Junk……………Mud:  2 Spots-0 Junk.

I didn’t want to write this post, I really didn’t.

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Choices Made

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.

Slim Pickens in January

It has been pretty lean fishing for me this month, but as a fisherman will tell you, “a bad day fishing is better than a good day working”. I am retired now so I can say that without guilt. I know it is pretty rough on many Americans who lost their jobs and young college grads having a hard time getting jobs. I have plenty of opinion on the situation of this country.but very few facts, so no reason for me to shoot my mouth off one way or the other. There are plenty of blogs fully loaded, ready to shoot. (LOL)

I wanted to go fishing today but it was cold and windy, a little more like January in the South. Instead of fishing I went crow watching with my son and his two daughters. Got some called in but never got any pictures but I was glad to find out the Fox Pro varmint call I bought works. We also spooled my reels with new line. I have never fished with anything above 12# test, until someone gave me two or three spools of 20# test. I used the 20# test on two of my worm rods, but now I am back to a Triliene 12# test. I believe I have more feel and I know for sure better lure action with 12# test. More than likely there are as many opinions as there are fisherman. You have to have confidence in your equipment, without confidence how can your ability ever shine through. Gonna try again tomorrow. I hope to have a picture of a nice bass or two.

It is tomorrow and guess what? Didn’t get the first strike. I gotta start wondering about my fishing ability. The fish I was fishing for must have had lock jaw like these four fellows. When bass get like this you almost have to hit them in the head to get a rile out f them. I borrowed this photo from itsallaboutfish.co.uk. Think I’ll head over there and look around. I really hope to have a better day tomorrow. Bought some Finesse Worms by Zoom this afternoon, maybe, just maybe, we’ll see.