When I was younger, I would go to my lake house in southern Wisconsin every weekend. It was a place where my entire family would go and spend time together. For me it was a place that could go and enjoy the outdoors. When I go to my cabin I try to leave everything at home behind. Nothing beats a long day out on the water and then having a cookout on the beach. We would always spend a big part of the summer down on the beach. We own two pontoons, two small fishing boats, and a speed boat. My dad would always ask me if I would want to go fishing on the boat with him. At the young age that I was, I was not very interested in fishing. Almost everyone in my family loved to go fishing. I was not very interested in cutting up bait and putting it …show more content…
I couldn’t wait to get to the lake a take some casts. I fished off of the boat with my dad for a few hours and we still didn’t catch any. It was getting late, so my dad said only a few more casts. I casted right under a dock and BOOM! Something instantly ate my jig and I set the hook. This fish fought harder than anything that I've ever had on the end of my line. I was using light tackle so my drag just kept running. I was worried that this fish was going to either snap my line or break my rod.The fish was getting tired out and I knew that this would be my chance to get it in. I finally got the fish to the boat and saw that it was a big Bass. I started yelling “grab the net!” My dad of course tells me that he left the net onshore. I knew that my only chance would be to get it close enough to the boat so I could lip it. Sure enough I got it right to the side of the boat and I realized that it was barely hooked. I dropped my pole and stuck my hand in the water. I stuck my thumb in the fish's mouth and grabbed it with a tight grip. Luckily I lifted it right into the boat and my dad was shocked. He said that this bass was one of the biggest that he has ever seen. I was so excited that I finally caught a good size fish. I took a couple pictures with it and then weighed it. After that I released it right back into the water. The most satisfying thing to me was watching that fish swim right back into its …show more content…
I started to become more interested about the sport of fishing. I learned how the weather plays a big part in how the fishing is going to be and the correct baits to throw. For example, in colder water you use more of a slow suttle profile, such as a crawfish or a jig. In warm water you want to use a faster moving bait that covers water, such as a frog or a crankbait because the fish are more active. I also go fishing for multiple species such as Bass, Northern Pike, Walleye, and Musky. The thing I love most about fishing is that you're constantly learning and creating new skills. Some skills that I have learned over the years is knowing what baits to use given the type of structure that the lake has. An example of this would be using a topwater bait when you cast onto weed mats. You would use a topwater bait because you could swim the bait right over the weeds without having to worry about your hooks catching onto them. Also an example of this would be fishing in a spot where there is rocks on the bottom. The ideal bait for fishing rocks would be a crawfish presentation because normally crawfish live in the crevices of the
The goal in those days was to catch a double. (God! don't times change - now you're nobody until you've had a 40!) I was being pestered by bream that night, and had already landed two of quite reasonable size. What with that, the full moon, and the wind rattling the trees and bushes, I was having great difficulty in getting any sleep - which was crucial as I had to go to work the next day. It was one of those spooky nights, and each time I closed my eyes I was forced to open them again to investigate a sound which just may have been something nasty! But virtually on the stroke of midnight the wind suddenly dropped, and all the clouds cleared away from the moon. The lake went flat calm, and it was obvious something was about to happen. I sat up on the bedchair a little frightened. Out in the lake a carp rolled over the bait. It was so light I could tell it was a common, and it looked quite big. The whole scene was so weird and dreamlike I really did pinch myself to see if I was awake. I was, and became even more so when I heard the slight click of the contacts coming together on the bite alarm, followed by the weary buzzing of the bell - a noise both horrible and exciting. I struck with little enthusiasm, expecting another bream. It soon became apparent that this was not a bream, and after a long and thrilling fight on my old cane Sealey octofloat I was opening the folds of the
The types of fish that are available will vary with each type of location and conditions and the person manning a small fishing supply can also give you a quick orientation of what you'll need to catch the most common game in the area you expect to spend time at. If I'm traveling between islands, I'll generally stay away from bait rigs as it's just too much of a hassle and prospects are good enough with a simple lure. Depending upon where you are, however, the colors of the lures and the type of action will make a big difference in your ability to get a chase from the fish in the
When we got to the lake we put the fishing tackle in the boat and then we went and started fishing for lake trout. We had to put two hundred feet of string down with a minnow on it. We had the minnow on a hook called a cow bell, it had bright neon colored beads on it so the fish were able to see it in that dark water. We were allowed to catch and keep 3 fish. I caught 2, Luke caught 3,
“Ok, let's get you set” he said. He got me set up and I hopped in the water. He passed me the rope and said “good luck.” I got into position, held the rope tight and yelled “Ready!" dad stepped on it, the force of the boat was too much and I let go.
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
Santiago, a strange old man, has gone 84 days without catching a fish and wants to catch one last big fish. People in his village have began to view him as Salao, or unlucky, and his best friend, a young boy named Manolin, has even began to stop fishing with him because his parents say he won't catch a fish with him. Santiago wants to break this long streak so he goes fishing very far out in his skiff and sees a large man of war bird and goes to it because he knows that it is catching fish and wants to go see what its getting. He then catches a Tuna. Then he continues to go out and hooks a huge fish. He then gets ready to pull it in and it does not budge, this is when he realizes he in for a long journey. The fish, or the Marlin, begin to
The topics covered in this post are specific to bass fishing. This is the most popular fish species to target in the United States because of their ability to thrive in many different bodies of water. This is why this topic can be a very useful one. The author
To use the lure effectively, it is necessary to accurately portray what the name implies, a wounded minnow. A fish, like any other creature, is aware that wounded prey is much easier to catch and will find the temptation of an easy meal overwhelming. This means doing away with the standard method of casting a lure and immediately and steadily reeling it back in. To start fishing with a wounded minnow, find the shallow fishing spot you prefer and sit just close enough so that you can cast your lure into the area.
When I was young, I would always just go out to my pond and throw on a spinnerbait and catch fish like no other. I remember catching big fish when my dad was shredding around the pond and him having come take the fish off. It was just that easy. But
His first catch is too small, so Nick releases it. The narration tells how one must make their hand wet before touching a fish, or else a
This fish can reach the weight of up to 20 pounds. It requires a variety of Carp Fishing Baits. Fans of this sort of fishing enjoy the game of trying to catch carp. Carp fishing is most popular throughout portions of Europe and the United States. People who are dedicated to this sort of fishing understand the need for Carp Fishing Baits.
My friend had invited me along with him and his family to the ocean. It was vacation for the family, but for him and me it was the beginning of a week of serious business. We had an obsessive hobby to pursue. As avid and long-term freshwater fisherman, we were thrilled by the thought of catching those large and exotic saltwater fish we had seen on television a billion times before. Yet little did we expect there to be such vast differences between our freshwater fishing and the saltwater fishing, which we were about to pursue. We learned through trial and much error that in order to have a successful saltwater fishing experience we had to make adjustments to all the freshwater tackle, tactics, and gear we knew.
I would have all my bases covered for deep feeding bass and the op feeders as well. Within in an hour I would have persuaded a few fish to violently attack the bait and run with it. If the fishing gods were with me I might boat a good size bass around 4-5 pounds and a couple of undersized ones. If fresh fish was not on my weekly dinner menu I would release the captives back into the cool waters of the lake.
The adventure began with a cold winter morning in florid, Uncle Bob and I decided to head out to his secret spot, the dive site was roughly 100ft and a Spanish Galleon laid rest. My dad dropped me off at the boat dock where I met up with Uncle Bob. We did a gear check to make sure we had everything to complete our dive. After the gear check, we headed out, after a couple