There are pure-strain, landlocked striped bass all over the country, but there are only so many places in freshwater where these fish reach the same "cow" proportions as their coastal cousins. Being a Jersey guy, I know a thing or two about big bass (or pretend to, anyway), so it's taken me a while to pull the trigger on a sweetwater striper hunt. That's partially because it's hard to break the mentality that the biggest bass are salty, and partially because picking the right body of freshwater and finding the right guy to get you on the big fish is tricky. But I finally found him. In three days on the Clinch River in Eastern Tennessee, veteran guide Bud White made me and fellow Northeast striper nut Mike Sudal realize that you can't appreciate the fight of a 30-pounder until you need to lock down the spool with your thumbs to stop the fish from running into one of many downed trees that are always in close proximity. Enjoy the show.
It’s usually around early May that I see bass fishermen (at least the ones that procrastinate) make a dash to the tackle shop to load up on new baits as the season really begins to heat up. There was a time when, like many guys, I was easily sucked in by “bargain bins” and the latest and greatest lures on shelves. But over the years I’ve managed to refine my lure-buying methodology, not just to save money, but because I just don’t need lures that I won’t use or that don’t work taking up precious tackle box space. Whenever I pick up a lure, I pose one of these two important questions: Does it fill a functional void? Or, does it open up new and valid possibilities?
Though I get all fuzzy inside when a trout sips a dry fly or slurps a nymph on the swing, I will take the crushing blow of a big brownie slamming a streamer over the more dainty stuff any day. And the bigger and uglier the streamer, the more pumped I am to throw it. That's why I'm really digging Thomas Harvey's Trophy Wife...which just so happens to be tied in this video by Brian Weiss with help from his real trophy wife. Granted, there's about $40 worth of material in this bug, but it's dead sexy and there will be some Trophy Wives in my flybox before my next visit to the river. I particularly like this tying video because of the clear, concise portrayal of each material and step. Yeah, that's it. Let's go with that. Have a great weekend.
Today in our vintage tackle contest we have a double feature of Al Foss lures. These gems were picked up by Grant Greenfield at a yard sale more than 10 years ago for less than ten bucks. Though we've featured Foss lures in this space before, I had never seen these two models. Naturally, they were a quick ID for Dr. Todd Larson of The Whitefish Press and "Fishing For History" blog. Perhaps what impresses me most about these old spinners is that they look so well made, as if Rosy the Riveter created those bodies herself.
Yesterday I posted a story about a 12-year-old kid that beat a big bull shark on a hand line. Today I found another epic tale of youth versus monster fish. Nineteen-year-old Sterling Ellis of Houston, TX, is in remission from Hodgkin's lymphoma per this article on THV11.com, though he'll be undergoing a bone marrow transplant in the very near future. Now, if I'm not mistaken, the Make-A-Wish Foundation can set up almost anything you want...lunch with Jim Carrey, drum lessons with Tommy Lee, or perhaps a tour of the Playboy mansion. Sterling asked Make-A-Wish to take him big-game fishing in Hawaii, where he scored a 700-pound class marlin. I couldn't think of a finer choice. Good luck with the surgery, my friend.
Here's a fun story from Down Under that supports my theory that land-based Australian anglers are often a bit more rough-and-tumble than us. Check out this cliff fishing video and you'll see what I mean. Though Isaac Callaway didn't catch his shark while dangling off the edge of a cliff, he did score a near-five-foot bull on a hand line. The fish weighed about 90 pounds, which is how much 12-year-old Callaway weighs. According to the story in The Australian, this is actually Callaway's third hand line bull, but the biggest by far to date.
Over the years, I've fished with a lot of folks on my boat, and during those countless trips I've witnessed all kinds of common bass fishing brain lapses (and been the executor of said brain lapses, as well). The thread I've noticed that ties many of these common bass fishing foibles together is poor concentration-keeping practices during the mundane, monotonous times when the action isn't hot. It's easy to be on your A game when the bass are biting with regularity, but it's just as easy to lose focus when it's slow, which often causes you to screw up during those explosive moments peppered among the doldrums. These are the 5 mistakes I witness most often in descending order of criticality, and they're all easily fixable.
There's nothing I love more than vintage tackle that proves a point: Back in the day, a fly rod was just another tool used to catch fish. No one cared if you were only a dry fly guy or thought you weren't the real deal if you used split shots or coneheads. Case in point, this Russelure Flyrod model submitted by Bill Harp. It's basically a metal spoon designed just for the long rod. Dr. Todd Larson of The Whitefish Press and "Fishing For History" blog is most familiar with the company, as they are still in business today.
The monkfish (pictured below) is definitely one of the most hideous looking fish in the ocean. But, if you frequent posh seafood joints, you might know that monkfish meat is very expensive and very delicious thanks to its lobster-like texture. It's not unheard of for a recreational angler to reel up one of these beasts while dropping on a wreck, but for the most part, monkfish live in water so deep that a baited hook rarely gets in front of them. Why then are researchers capturing monkfish with tiny seabirds called Dovekies in their stomachs? Because no matter how much you think you know about fish behavior, you don't know everything, and there are no hard-and-fast rules to feeding behavior.
Yeah, so this is kinda strange. Apparently, New York City-based Youtube personality Joey Boots stumbled upon Fox News anchor Tucker Carlson flyfishing in Central Park. The conversation that takes place during this encounter is part Jerky Boys, a touch of "The Big Lebowski," and a few healthy dashes of awkward. My favorite part is when Joey Boots asks Tucker if he catches his own flies.