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September 17, 2008

Cermele: Just Admit It, You're a Trespasser

By Joe Cermele

Not long ago, my uncle invited me to do a bit of largemouth fishing on a golf course that shall remain nameless. I've joined him there before, and he legitimately has permission to fish all the ponds. It probably wouldn't surprise many of you if I said it is some of the best bass fishing I have ever experienced.

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Fishing this course is one of those fantastic, and often rare, opportunities to wet a line in your own bass Eden with almost no pressure. My uncle will actually skip certain ponds every other season to keep the pressure off even more. We all know of places like this, but of course, most of them are off limits.

I'll admit I've hopped a few fences back in my dumber days, fished under the cover of darkness, and showed little regard for "No Fishing" signs at frilly neighborhood ponds with fountains for the sake of laying a Jitterbug in front of a fatty bass that has never seen such a thing. So let's hear your tales of stealth, guile, and sneakiness in the name of largemouth...or any other fish. You know you salivate over the pond at the office park or behind the Home Depot that "the man" just doesn't want you to fish. There's got to be some juicy stories out there.

JC

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from Dr. Ralph wrote 5 years 29 weeks ago

We used to ice fish the golf course ponds when I was 8-15. Had more fun skating than fishing, and nobody ever bothered children fishing in the 1960's... What did you want them to do, stay home and watch the idiot box or explore the great outdoors?

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from AZanonymous wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

There was a time in my younger days (pre 9-11) when my uncle and I would drive out to the desert and jump the Central Arizona Project fence and fish right at a place where there was a foot bridge next to some flow regulation gates. The fishing was awesome! Largemouth bass and stripers galore! Getting caught though usually meant some fast running and some stealth, though. Wouldnt do it nowadays, you might be mistaken for a terrorist and shot!

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from Alex Pernice the fly rod winner wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

There are a lot of small ponds with no fishing signs by me... My faveorite being Delnore hospitals duck pond. That place is full of 5 pound largies.

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from Joe G wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

Deep insite Ox, I liked it. As for me, I think I have strayed onto more private lands to hunt than to fish. Had a big buck in the strip of woods behind my old suburban apartment years back. I snuck out after him once with a bow, no shot. That was all pre 9-11 though. Dont know if it would go over that well today to be sneaking around apartrments in the AM with camo clothes and a weapon.

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from Evan! wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

we fence jump to fish farm ponds here in WV. nobody really seems to care, though.yrs-Evan!

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from JC wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

Been there OX. I used to fish a Texaco fuel dock at a State Marina when I was younger. The lights drew in more bait, stripers and weakfish than I could handle. Every night security would kick me off. Every night I'd go back until eventually they disconnected the lights and that ended that.

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from Blue Ox wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

Years ago there was a huge, deep rock quarry not far from where I lived, and when summer vacation came around my friends and I would sneak in there on a daily basis. The water was crystal clear, and you could see all the way to the bottom. The bass fishing there was nothing to write home about, but the bluegill, sunfish and crappie more than made up for it! There were days when we walked outta there with 2 or 3 stringers loaded with panfish, then spent the next three hours cleaning & chunking them for the frying pan.And the carp! Good God! There were carp in there that I swear looked like small whales. I managed to hook one, and within 8 seconds he had spooled me in a rush to the other side of the quarry. Five seconds later he yanked the rod out of my hands.My friends and I had the place to ourselves for the most part, save for the security guards patrolling the joint. They were pretty easy to avoid, till they started using dogs. There was just no hiding from them! We were caught & kicked out countless times, only to sneak back in the very next day.Alot of good times were had there, till the quarry was drained and the heavy equipment was brought in. We were sad 'cause it was like the end of an era, the place we had fished for so many years was gone.If there ever was a time I could go back to, one of the many summers we spent fishing that quarry would be it.

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from Nycflyangler wrote 4 years 44 weeks ago

The Orvis casting pond. One to four pound rainbow trout who were used to being fed fish pellets and being caught and released by the fishing school students. There had to be a least a ton of trout in there.

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from Nycflyangler wrote 4 years 44 weeks ago

The Orvis casting pond. One to four pound rainbow trout who were used to being fed fish pellets and being caught and released by the fishing school students. There had to be a least a ton of trout in there.

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from Dr. Ralph wrote 5 years 29 weeks ago

We used to ice fish the golf course ponds when I was 8-15. Had more fun skating than fishing, and nobody ever bothered children fishing in the 1960's... What did you want them to do, stay home and watch the idiot box or explore the great outdoors?

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from AZanonymous wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

There was a time in my younger days (pre 9-11) when my uncle and I would drive out to the desert and jump the Central Arizona Project fence and fish right at a place where there was a foot bridge next to some flow regulation gates. The fishing was awesome! Largemouth bass and stripers galore! Getting caught though usually meant some fast running and some stealth, though. Wouldnt do it nowadays, you might be mistaken for a terrorist and shot!

0 Good Comment? | | Report
from Alex Pernice the fly rod winner wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

There are a lot of small ponds with no fishing signs by me... My faveorite being Delnore hospitals duck pond. That place is full of 5 pound largies.

0 Good Comment? | | Report
from Joe G wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

Deep insite Ox, I liked it. As for me, I think I have strayed onto more private lands to hunt than to fish. Had a big buck in the strip of woods behind my old suburban apartment years back. I snuck out after him once with a bow, no shot. That was all pre 9-11 though. Dont know if it would go over that well today to be sneaking around apartrments in the AM with camo clothes and a weapon.

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from Evan! wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

we fence jump to fish farm ponds here in WV. nobody really seems to care, though.yrs-Evan!

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from JC wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

Been there OX. I used to fish a Texaco fuel dock at a State Marina when I was younger. The lights drew in more bait, stripers and weakfish than I could handle. Every night security would kick me off. Every night I'd go back until eventually they disconnected the lights and that ended that.

0 Good Comment? | | Report
from Blue Ox wrote 5 years 30 weeks ago

Years ago there was a huge, deep rock quarry not far from where I lived, and when summer vacation came around my friends and I would sneak in there on a daily basis. The water was crystal clear, and you could see all the way to the bottom. The bass fishing there was nothing to write home about, but the bluegill, sunfish and crappie more than made up for it! There were days when we walked outta there with 2 or 3 stringers loaded with panfish, then spent the next three hours cleaning & chunking them for the frying pan.And the carp! Good God! There were carp in there that I swear looked like small whales. I managed to hook one, and within 8 seconds he had spooled me in a rush to the other side of the quarry. Five seconds later he yanked the rod out of my hands.My friends and I had the place to ourselves for the most part, save for the security guards patrolling the joint. They were pretty easy to avoid, till they started using dogs. There was just no hiding from them! We were caught & kicked out countless times, only to sneak back in the very next day.Alot of good times were had there, till the quarry was drained and the heavy equipment was brought in. We were sad 'cause it was like the end of an era, the place we had fished for so many years was gone.If there ever was a time I could go back to, one of the many summers we spent fishing that quarry would be it.

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