This week in our ongoing vintage tackle contest we have one of my favorite lure styles: mammal imitators. Though I can't say I've caught much on baits that look like ducks and rats and possums, I really get a kick out of them. I guess that's because it's fun to think about catching a fish so big and mean it would crush such a critter. Apparently anglers have felt the same way for a long time. This muskrat lure belongs to Jeff Walters, who inherited it from his grandfather. Jeff hasn't caught any fish with it, but he says, "you need a really stout rod and forearm to hurl this thing around."
There has been some healthy debate among a few of us in the office recently about whether or not fishing guides should fish during paid charters. I realize that the answer is not exactly cut and dry, but rather highly circumstantial. Nine times out of 10, if I'm out with a guide I actually insist he or she fishes because I need as many hook-ups and landings as possible for videos or photos. I also find you can learn more from watching a guide catch fish rather than just explain how to catch fish. I feel differently, however, when the work element is taken away. Then it becomes a question of who else is on the boat.
I can state with complete certainty that the fish mount in the photo below is my new favorite fish mount. I'm also incredibly jealous of it, even though it's only a 5-inch pinfish. To the die-hard saltwater angler, a pinfish is nothing but a means of fooling a grouper, king mackeral, tarpon, or cobia. To 4-year-old Henry Welch, the son of friend and photographer Nathaniel Welch, a 5-inch pinfish is something he'll never forget, because it was the first fish he ever caught. And what better way to make sure your son never forgets that fish than to pony up for a mount?
Welcome to the fishing-tackle graveyard, a place where old gear goes to die. The photo shows a shelf in my basement with various reels, long out of service, that I can’t bring myself to throw away. And throwing away is the problem. I can’t do it. So stuff accumulates beyond all reason.
This gets pretty silly as I think of it, but that silliness still won’t take me to the dumpster. Someday I might want or need something from that shelf. Or I might decide to refurbish one of those old reels. A little cleaning, some grease, maybe a few spare parts and any one of them would be fishable again. You never know.
So I'm down in the Louisiana Delta this week chasing redfish around the marsh, and yesterday something happened that I've heard a lot about, but never experienced first hand. I pitched a popping cork and jig up against this cane bank, and all of a sudden there's a wake a lot bigger than a redfish's headed my way. And fast.
I took a Johnson Silver Minnow from the tackle box, added a white pork rind strip, and then fastened it to a short wire leader. The shiny spoon glistened in the sunlight as I held it in the air before casting. “That looks like Chapter One in The Book of Pickerel,” said guide Dale Wheaton* from the back of our canoe.
And so it was. The rig caught pickerel all day long as we fished a Washington County lake in far-southeastern Maine; in the back ends of various coves where the lake bottom transitions from hard rock to mud, weeds are abundant, and the pickerel abound. And they are usually — but not always — easy to catch.
You may note that title of this video is "The Worst Fishing Scene in Cinematic History." Yes, that would be accurate. But if anyone is going to hook a big tarpon on a diaper pin and a cane pole, it's Elvis. And if anyone is going to turn a tarpon hooked on a diaper pin and a cane pole into $20, it's also Elvis. Tip of the hat to Dr. Todd over at the "Fishing For History Blog" for the find. Enjoy, and have a great weekend.
Appearing for one week only, direct from the Vegas strip to our ongoing vintage tackle contest, we bring you a whole troop of Miss Bobbie Bobbers. (For $5, I'll send you the uncensored photo. Must be 18 or older). You may recall the topless mermaid lure in the contest a while back, but these ladies are showing a lot more skin. These bobbers were submitted by Robyn Kay, and a the whole box, complete with original display stand, were given to her husband for his 50th birthday. So can Miss Bobbie's money-maker shake in some cash? Let's find out.
Have your old Reebok Pumps finally deflated? Did the soles of your British Knight high-tops finally wear out? Then you, my friend, may want to consider a pair of dope kicks from Rayfish Footwear. But you won't find them over at the Payless. No, these sneakers have to be grown in a fish tank.
The photo below was taken at about 2:45 p.m. this past Sunday. If you want to know why the horizon is all wonky and there's half a finger in the shot, it's because it was snapped with a cell phone hastily during the utter chaos that ensues when a mako shark is on the line. In this particular instance, it was a 150-pound mako that inhaled a bluefish strip not 20 yards behind my boat, giving us three incredible jumps before sounding. So what's the big deal? I'll tell you.