Sometimes I have the happy occasion of testing a bunch of different baitcasting reels, which includes testing the drags. The last time I did this, things got a little crazy.
Crooked Creek is one of those legendary smallmouth-bass rivers in the northern Arkansas Ozarks. A couple of years ago, Bob Perino and I had the pleasure of floating and fishing here with local expert "Crazy" Mike Neher. The river has lots of fishy-looking holes like this one, where Neher is briefly holding the jonboat on a log so Perino can fish.
Mr. Petzal over at the Gun Nut blog is a huge fan of western movies and posts about them frequently. I thought maybe it was time to look at fishing in films and figure out the best of the best. Granted, "fishing" is hardly a movie genre, but it pops up enough to warrant a list of top scenes. Here are my picks. Unfortunately, while YouTube has videos of babies dancing to "Thriller" on top of Mount Everest, they did not have clips of all these scenes.
Jaws - "Put your gloves on": Hands down the best fishing scene ever. Quint yanks on that old Fenwick and cranks the giant Penn Senator, then when they lose the fish, he tells Hooper that no marlin or stingray could have "bit through that piano wire."
So here's a question I was wondering about last night. For those of you using superlines (e.g., braids or FireLine), how are you splicing those lines to a nylon mono or fluorocarbon leader?
I take some solace from the fact that this morning's snowfall will eventually become part of next summer's trout stream. That's how I consoled myself while clearing the driveway so my wife could get to work. It is still snowing hard as I write this, 15 degrees, and with a harsh wind.
My old pal Rob Southwick has just released his annual compilation of best-selling fishing brands as determined by his Angler Survey.
Based on more than 20,000 survey responses during 2008, here are the brands and items that were the top sellers in their respective categories last year. Check the list to see if you were following the herd in 2008, or were you a more independent-minded consumer?
Jim Pettit isn’t from Buffalo, or Fargo, or some other cold, snowy region of the country where residents might be inspired to write a limerick that would win them a free swordfishing vacation in the Florida Keys.