Monday, November 27, 2006
Well, it's snowboard season. It has been nice taking to you all. I guess I will keep this updated because I will be too busy and tired to take calls, clean, pay bills and anything else that might have to do with responsibility is surely out of the question. By the way fishing season will start right after the snow melts so you have a small window of opportunity to get a hold of me before it happens all over again :)
All photos by Will
Small kettle ponds are full of feisty Large Mouth Bass. Every once in a while I get to target these small monsters. It is quite amazing to fish for them on the surface. The water absolutely explodes. Even if you don't hook em' it sure is a sight to see.
These Striper's, saltwater Bass, were caught on the East Coast, Cape Cod to be exact. I have a great fishing partner back there. By far one of the greatest fishermen I have ever known. It is only because of him that I have even caught them. Maybe that’s why they are so fun; if I am Striper fishing I get to see old friends…
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Sure miss the Tuna days. What a journey. I have caught one of the largest game fish in the world, and got paid to do it as a profession. It didn't come easy but worth every second. There is nothing like being in the middle of the Ocean with a giant on, after an hour long fight somebody has to give in. After it's over sheer exhaustion sets in and then the dance begins, everyone has a victory tuna jig. Even my well seasoned, mentor and weathered captain takes the time to dance on the back deck. The rush of adrenalin is what keeps you going. After a few months getting only a few hours asleep a night, its really a daze. Never knowing or caring what day it is. The weather factor seems to be obsolete, "were going" is the captain classic line. There is one goal and only one reason to do what you do, catch fish or die trying.
"Although I know that it is heresy to suggest such an idea in the midst of an age of progress, it may be that ultimate truth lies in the spiritual attitude of the southerners who are always going fishing. A person who has achieved an immunity from the everlasting inner demand that he improve upon his earthly position must possess an unusual degree of cosmic equilibrium. He must have learned in some way that composure of the human spirit is all that actually matters. He has attained, without conscious effort, the serenity for which all men strive."
--Clarence Cason (1898-1935)
The saying "it seems like yesterday" is so true. Been all over the world, seen many amazing things. Most of them have more to do with the picture rather than the eye. The world is round, small and full of fish. I guess that is my purpose in life whether I have liked it or not. Now that the time is slowing it's pace, I had a chance to glance back at some old pictures. It seems that the same was true back then as it is today, most of my pictures are of fish or me fishing.
Me at 8yrs old and me at 28yrs old.....
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Somewhere in a remote area there is a true gem. The "golden nugget" river will always be a future destination with superb fishing but most of all a secret. Great time and good fishing. What else could you ask for?
All photos by Andy
Sunday, November 12, 2006
I fish because I love to; because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don't want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid; and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant - and not nearly so much fun.
- Robert Traver, 1964 (Judge John Voelker, 1903-1993) Retired Michigan Supreme Court Justice
Snowed last night, so I thought it would be a perfect time to go fish a place that is usually crowded. Air was cold and the sky was blue...20 degrees, 3 inches of snow and a late fall BWO hatch. The gamble paid off, all the fair weathered fishermen were no where to be seen. What a day couldn't have been any better.
This fish was just a bonus. It only makes me want to go fish again, got the rivers on my mind.
Fish photos by Andy
Scenic shots by yours truly