Last Friday marked the 40th anniversary of the day Ansil Saunders led a client to the 16-pound bonefish in Bimini, Bahamas, that still stands as the all tackle world record. As luck would have it, my good friend and editor of Fly Fishing In Salt Waters John Frazier and I were chosen from a group of writers to fish with Ansil on the anniversary. So the night before, as we sat at the bar drinking Kaliks, the gravity of this once-in-a-lifetime fishing trip with a true legend hit us. We each had a video camera, and we decided that rather than shoot a few clips for our respective websites, the occasion deserved a collaboration. John and I pooled our efforts and footage to create the short documentary below. I don't think it was a trip either one of us will ever forget. I hope you enjoy it. People like Ansil are not easy to find.
I have to admit, I'm having a blast looking through all the photos that keep pouring in for our weekly vintage tackle contest. There are rods, reels, books, gaffs, nets...tell you the truth, picking a weekly winner is no easy task. Of all the different kinds of gear I'm seeing, lures outnumber the rest, and although I struggled to pick one for this week, I kept coming back to the Mud Puppy below. The photo was sent by Rebecca Schoon, who wrote:
I found this in an old tackle box in an old boathouse at a place I worked on Lake Vermilion, Minnesota. The Mud Puppy is really neat. The tail piece rotates when being pulled along the water's surface. The wooden body detaches from the hook when a fish strikes so that the fish won't have any leverage to spit the hook. The included paper document says that you just go pick up the floating wood body after you land the fish.
Across the country there are countless great fishing destinations. But just because the fishing is good doesn't mean a classic fishing town is associated with the spot. I'm talking about places where the local gamefish is on T-shirts in the souvenir store. Places where one or two tackle shops are as legendary as the fishery. And places where the economy is largely driven by fishermen.
I've traveled to many towns in the U.S., but only two come to mind that fit that bill. The first is Centre, Alabama, better known as the "Crappie Capital of the World." You can see the crappie on the water tower miles away. There are giant crappie sculptures in front of motels. Those speckled panfish have put Centre on the map.
A guest post by Field & Stream Editor Anthony Licata
The Bassmaster Classic on the Louisiana Delta is over, and there were two big winners.
The first was Kevin VanDam, who extended his dominance on the sport by winning his second consecutive Classic, his fourth overall, and shattering the tournament record for a 3-day, 5-fish bag that totaled 69 pounds, 11 ounces.
Vandam’s closest competition, Aaron Martens, finished 10 pounds behind him, ending up in the second slot for the fourth time in a Classic. On any other day Martens’ tournament bag probably would have been enough; at 59 pounds even it also surpassed the old record of 56-2 set by Luke Clausen at Florida’s Lake Toho during 2006 Championship.
Pretend you're a pro photographer filming a marlin's release from underwater. You've done this many times and everything is going smoothly. Then, out of nowhere, a monster mako shark shoots up from below you and tears up the marlin. Blood starts clouding the area. Do you a) freeze up, b) swim away, or c) keep shooting? Well, this happened to Australian photographer Al McGlashan, and he went with choice C. It was gutsy, but he scored some amazing and rare shots. Check out the video below and then click here to see a gallery of the still photos Al was taking and get an even better idea of what was going through his head when old snaggle-tooth showed up. By the way, this is a U.S. exclusive, so you saw it here first. If it had been me in this situation, there would have been more than fish blood in the water.
So after combing through all the current entries--great ones I might add--in our weekly vintage tackle contest (if you missed the details, click here), I chose the reel below as the week two winner. Not only is it a cool piece of old gear, it also has a great story, which I think adds character. The photo was sent in by Dustin Brown, who wrote:
In 2009, I took a trip to our family's old homestead to hunt deer during Arkansas' muzzleloader season. I set up camp in one of the woodworking shops that was still standing on the property and found this baitcaster inside a rusted out toolbox. My dad remembers my grandfather pulling many catfish out of the area lakes with this old reel.
I think there's a lot to be said for testing a fly rod in cold, nasty, slushy, conditions. There are things that can be noted that you'd never see on a fair-weather day. For example, will the guides snap off when they're all iced up and a big rainbow is bending the rod to the brink? Will it handle the straining angles it takes to keep fish from running under the shelf ice? Will temps in the teens affect casting ability? Cabela's new LSi rod passed all these trials with flying colors.
Back in college, I spent one spring break in Aruba and took a rod along. One morning I got up early to fish a little park connected to the resort. I spent the first hour hanging lures in the coral and catching nothing, but on the way back, I crossed a canal and spotted the biggest barracuda I'd ever seen. So I pitched a Zoom Fluke in front of it and started twitching. Right around twitch three, the 'cuda turned and began tracking the lure. That's when a small group of people came up the trail led by a tour guide. "As we cross the bridge, look to your left and you'll see Charlie, our resident barracuda," she said.
It’s time for pike, or very soon will be. I know some people who are hammering them through the ice right now, but I mean open-water pike fishing. The big northerns gather along shallow, marshy lake shores after ice-out in early spring for spawning. It’s a great time to catch them.
The question is: how? Even the most occasional pike angler seems to have his or her favorite flies, lures, or tactics. One of mine is a floating, hard-bodied swimming plug, such as the Cordell Redfin that took the pike in the photo above. If the early-season sun is warm enough for the fish to be at all aggressive, I retrieve such lures in a repeating jerk-stop routine that allows the lure to float to the surface between jerks. That erratic action draws some truly awesome surface strikes.
I was having a conversation yesterday afternoon with our Executive Editor Mike Toth and we got to talking about terminal tackle and how much of it anglers waste. You clean out the boat after a long day on the water, or you clean out the bed of the pick-up, and find those loose bits of leader with swivel or split-shot or hook attached. Do you clip off every piece of terminal tackle and find a home for it? Or does more terminal tackle than you care to admit end up in the trash pile with your soda cans, spent line, and sandwich wrappers because most of it is pretty cheap?