RetiredUSNChief
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OK, let's get something straight here right now:
The fishin's ALWAYS good. You may not catch anything, but the fishin's ALWAYS good.
OK, let's get something straight here right now:
The fishin's ALWAYS good. You may not catch anything, but the fishin's ALWAYS good.
westernrover
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Nothing but trickles where I hunt. There can be finger-size trout, especially if the beavers have made some more room, but they're just pretty to look at. Chukar and Hungarian Partridge might be a mid-day past time but I'm usually too focused on the main task.
Fishing for me is an intense thing also. It usually involves travel and other expenses necessary to get out on the Pacific in some kind of boat. There's no lazy afternoon by the pond in Mayberry, but a lot of things to be endured and work to get fish.
Fishing for me is an intense thing also. It usually involves travel and other expenses necessary to get out on the Pacific in some kind of boat. There's no lazy afternoon by the pond in Mayberry, but a lot of things to be endured and work to get fish.
Savage30L
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I beg to differ. When the NWS gets the marine forecast wrong, and you head out of the jetties at 3AM, and suddenly find yourself, in a 26' center console, contending with 10-12 foot seas with 35-foot wave intervals, that is definitely NOT good.OK, let's get something straight here right now:
The fishin's ALWAYS good. You may not catch anything, but the fishin's ALWAYS good.
That happened to me once (the forecast was for 1 to 2 foot seas out of the south, but we had the waves I just described out of the NE), and if not for the courage and competence of our captain, 6 of us likely would have died that morning. We had to head SE until dawn just so we could see well enough to turn around, and then ride in that all the way back to the jetties.
The weather was also much colder than we had expected. We all got soaked. When we got back to the dock, I was in hypothermia. We went to a restaurant for hot coffee, and I was shivering so hard, I couldn't keep the coffee in my cup. It took me at least a half-hour to stop shivering like that.
MacAR
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This is the #1 reason I will never go deep-sea fishing! There ain't a fish on this earth worth dying over folks, so I'll confine my fishing to the (relatively) tame creeks, rivers, and lakes of the Ozarks.
Mac
.308 Norma
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Yep, the fishin's ALWAYS good, even though fish are ALWAYS bad as far as I'm concerned.
I like to fish - as long as there's someone else (like my wife of 52 years) around for me to give the fish to. I hate fish. Yeah, yeah, I know - Omega 3 and all that. I'll take my Omega 3 in the form of tasteless, odorless and easy to swallow capsules, thank you very much.
.45Coltguy
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Dang, looking at those pics I posted, what a difference 38 years makes! Man!
Frulk
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Only once did I combine hunting large game with fishing. About 18 years ago was hunting elk above 10,000 feet. Unseasonably hot that year. Ended up traversing a huge boulder field close to mid-day at the base of a cliff.
Spooked a small racked bull moose in the process. He jumped into a lake about half the size of a football field and swam across it. Then climbed out on the bottom of the cliff and had no place to go.
Being close to noon, the sun blazing with no wind nothing was going to happen on the hunting side. I leaned the M77/.300 win mag with boat paddle stock against a tree. Pulled the ultra light spinning rig out of the daypack, attached a smallish Kast Master spoon in a brown trout pattern and started to flog the water.
Surprisingly, for the next hour or so it was brisk catch and release fishing (barbless) for panfrier sized and up greylings. The whole time that bull stood there and watched me. After I recouped enough energy from the AM climb I decided to leave the moose to his lonesome and clawed my way back down the boulder field to a very small meadow. Found an almost new illegal salt block there somebody planted. I carried that sucker through about a mile and a half of intermittent dead fall back to the truck. Liked to kill me. Never did get an elk but still have fond memories of the fishing and that little bull moose.
At the time I had a horse pasture behind the house and put that block on my side of the fence. Whenever I saw one of the horses stop by for a lick it made me smile thinking about what that putz must have thought when he came back to hunt the meadow and his ‘bait’ was gone.
Spooked a small racked bull moose in the process. He jumped into a lake about half the size of a football field and swam across it. Then climbed out on the bottom of the cliff and had no place to go.
Being close to noon, the sun blazing with no wind nothing was going to happen on the hunting side. I leaned the M77/.300 win mag with boat paddle stock against a tree. Pulled the ultra light spinning rig out of the daypack, attached a smallish Kast Master spoon in a brown trout pattern and started to flog the water.
Surprisingly, for the next hour or so it was brisk catch and release fishing (barbless) for panfrier sized and up greylings. The whole time that bull stood there and watched me. After I recouped enough energy from the AM climb I decided to leave the moose to his lonesome and clawed my way back down the boulder field to a very small meadow. Found an almost new illegal salt block there somebody planted. I carried that sucker through about a mile and a half of intermittent dead fall back to the truck. Liked to kill me. Never did get an elk but still have fond memories of the fishing and that little bull moose.
At the time I had a horse pasture behind the house and put that block on my side of the fence. Whenever I saw one of the horses stop by for a lick it made me smile thinking about what that putz must have thought when he came back to hunt the meadow and his ‘bait’ was gone.
RetiredUSNChief
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Speedo66
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Savage30L
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White, Chartreuse, and white with black spots all work well.
Edit: the Rebel "Wee Crawfish" is another great stream lure. Personally, my favorite was the rooster tail.
2nd edit: I used to fish in creeks quite bit. I found the very best bait to be whatever I could find living under rocks in the stream...usually, either small crawfish or a hellgramite. If there is a bass in the pool, it will immediately pounce on either.
Patocazador
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A triple ripple curly-tail plastic grub on the Beetle spin or a blue and white one. These worked best for me in Florida waters.
Armored farmer
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⅛Oz Or ³/16oz black with chartreuse stripes (Betts)
.45Coltguy
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Fresh water trout: #12 treble hook with a blown night crawler, small marshmellow and some terrible smelling garlic juice. "Steak and eggs" to those trout!
They CAN'T resist.
They CAN'T resist.
