I've mentioned in this space in the past that "River Monsters" is not my favorite show. I think that's because I'm too into fishing, and look at it with an angler's eye instead of the eye of non-fisher folk who tune in purely to be entertained. My biggest gripe was always that the fish made out to be man-eating "monsters" are no monsters at all. Apparently, I'm not the only one that felt this way, because writer Kyle Hill over at Scientific American recently published an open letter to Animal Planet about how he can't stand the "demonization" of these fish. And guess what? Host Jeremy Wade himself answered.
Last Friday I asked you to tell me your most ridiculous fishing on a holiday weekend tale. Apparently most of you either don't fish holiday weekends, or took off on Friday, too, because I only got 8 responses. Nonetheless, there were some terrific stories of holiday shenanigans posted, but the signed copy of "The Total Fishing Manual" has to go to David Lester. His story was pretty short and sweet, but boat ramp hijinx so careless they result in a lost boat and truck in one fell swoop takes the cake. As for my holiday weekend it was a bloody mess.
This past Monday, fellow blogger Dave Wolak gave us some pretty solid advice for catching bass amidst the chaos that will ensue on many lakes and rivers across the U.S. during this holiday weekend. Though there aren't any largemouth in the Atlantic Ocean, I'll be out there fighting crowds myself, trying to score some stripers before the rip-roaring cigarette boaters and swarms of jet skiers shake off their hangovers and get on the water.
I have to admit that while holiday crowds are annoying, they are always entertaining. I always see something that makes me either chuckle, shake my head, or gasp in horror. Last Memorial Day weekend I watched a 24-foot boat overloaded with drunken college kids trying to dock at the local harbor-side watering hole. Several of them were sitting with their legs hanging over the gunwales. It was a windy afternoon, and as the pulled into the transient slip, a gust nudged it sideways. Luckily, all we heard was a few painful shrieks as several legs got smashed between the boat and the dock. Had the boat gotten pushed in much faster, there would have been some broken bones for sure.
This week in our vintage tackle contest we have a rather enticing-looking bass lure that belongs to Brycen Higdon, who found the bait while helping his grandparents clean out their storage unit. Brycen noted that he can't seem to figure out the maker. No problem, my friend. Dr. Todd Larson of The Whitefish Press and "Fishing For History" blog will solve the mystery posthaste.
I was poking around YouTube the other day and found this video produced by Rio a couple years back. Maybe you've seen it, but I hadn't, and given that I could watch monotonously-narrated shows that tell you how pencils, bridge cables, or golf balls are made for hours on TV, imagine my delight when I found this behind-the-scenes look at how fly line is made. Make snore sounds if you like, but it's pretty interesting. Consider it your chemistry, physics, and science lesson for the day.
In the Northeast where I live, the carp are fired up right now. Some are still spawning, and the ones that aren't are really hungry. I've been crushing them lately on the fly, but since I found some good bodies of water close to home that are loaded with carp, I've faced a moral dilemma: Do I, or do I not, cast bread flies at them? Whenever I roll up to one of my spots and see kids tossing bread to the ducks, it's both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, it gets the carp moving and feeding. On the other, you can cast nymphs, berries, and streamers at carp keyed in on bread until you're blue in the face and they'll rarely strike. I keep telling myself they're just carp and I should hook them up by any means and have fun. But thus far I have not resorted to a bread fly. In the back of my mind, it makes it too easy, and it's the spot-and-stalk I love. What do you think? Though I can't understand the guy in this video, it's a nice Wonder Bread pattern for sure.
Hey, are you planning on bass fishing next weekend? If you answered yes, then get ready for a day filled with some combination of the following: Wake-jumping jet skiers and water skiers. Nine guys, three cases of beer, and one life jacket piled into a jon boat that’s getting pulled over by the Water Sheriff. Some guy with the steering cable seemingly stuck in a right turn doing high-speed donuts by the ramp. Or my personal favorite; the music-blasting, mega-wake-making speedboat that comes standard with nine air bags, a retractable water balloon launcher, and the optional Rally Fun Pack. But I don’t let any of that stop me from getting on the lake. This is going to sound crazy, but because I fish heavily pressured waters a lot, I actually like when there are plenty of pleasure boats cruising around. If you can remember these three simple rules, you can use the traffic to help you score plenty of bass despite the army of holiday yahoos that are likely to plague your favorite lake next weekend.
I have no idea what the backstory of this video is, nor do I want to know. All I can speak to is the hook removal, which is being executed so poorly I think it hurts more to watch than the actual pain this gentleman is feeling. What's going on in the interim of this horrendous hook removal is something straight out of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." There's either copious amounts of whiskey or some small doses of acid involved. Enjoy, and have a great weekend.
This week's vintage tackle contest winner comes to us from Patrick Phillips, who received this Floating Pal tackle box as a gift from his father-in-law. To me, the idea of a floating box (which I learned could also be used as a PFD) seems like a good idea. But according to Dr. Todd Larson of The Whitefish Press and "Fishing For History" blog, the concept never really took off. That doesn't mean, however, this find isn't worth some coin.
I would say that most anglers, whether they specifically target muskies or not, understand that catching these brutes on purpose is a challenge. While the pay-off may be one of the biggest in freshwater fishing, the victory often comes with hours of boredom or frustration. Nobody understands this better than me, I promise. At the same time, I've met very few anglers that don't have a good surprise muskie story, because these fish just love to show up when you're not looking for them, and when your tackle is completely undergunned for the 'skie that's suddenly on the end of the line.