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Post #520 by Rajesh Kumar on April 27th 2016, 1:49 PM (in topic “Everybody Has a Story: Great fishing brings back great memories of grandparents”)
Everybody Has a Story: Great fishing brings back great memories of grandparents
It is the most beautiful of mornings for an adventure at sea. Warm sun spills over the clear horizon as Roger and I head out, our fresh bait and trusty poles at the ready. The air is calm and the water glass-smooth. The anticipation is palpable — the first salmon fishing trip of the year!
Soon, the glint of sun on boat windshields helps us find the fleet about 8 miles out of the mouth of the Columbia River at the entrance buoy. We quickly bait up, drop our hooks and divers in the water — 12 pulls of line, and we’re fishing! The feeling of excited uncertainty never changes — are we where the fish are? Are the hooks baited just right? Do we have the right amount of line out? Are we trolling fast enough, slow enough?
Almost immediately, I see the distinctive succession of quick, small jerks of the rod tip and — patience — then the hard jerk that signals the diver is tripped and the hook is set. I yell, “fish on!” and pick up the rod, careful to keep the tip up. Roger drops the engine to an idle and scrambles to join me on the back deck where he reaches for the net. I reel quickly, adrenaline pumping, forgetting that it’s hard to stand on the rolling deck, not giving the silver that I can see dancing across the water toward me any slack — I don’t want him to spit the hook and disappear in the clear green water.
Soon, I have him at the side of the boat. Roger dips the net straight down into the water. I bring the fish to the net and scoop — we have a glistening, fat, wriggling and slapping silver salmon on the deck! An almost involuntary yelp of delight escapes me — we have our first fish of the season, indeed, our first salmon of several seasons. We remove the hooks and Roger slips the fish into the fish well while I put an already-baited hook set on my line and quickly drop it in the water. All is right with the world.
Now there is jerking on the other rod, but the fish isn’t ready to be ours and I reel in empty hooks. Then we rock and bob on the gentle summer swells, looking for the rips where salmon like to feed, breathing the fresh air, watching nets flying on boats around us, hearing the yells of triumph and delight of other fishermen floating across the sparkling water — and, for me, remembering fishing with Gramme and Papa Vernon.
As a child, I caught my first salmon on Papa Vernon’s little boat, Deo Juvante. I remember Gramme’s excitement and pure delight while playing a fish and landing it. I can smell Papa Vernon’s coffee and taste the seemingly endless peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies he made for us. I can still feel the pride of accomplishment when I was allowed to steer the boat by myself!
My mind skips to my last visit with Gramme and Papa Vernon on a bittersweet mission. Health changes required them to move to a nursing home and practicality required that they sell their long-time home. My visit included packing up several things that they gave me and my family out of their love for us. Each of those things holds sweet memories and will be always treasured.
My reverie is disrupted by more jerking on the rod tips. Soon we have our limit of fish, and head for home before the afternoon wind rumples the water. We stop in a small bay after we return to the Columbia and clean our fish to the serenade of seagulls’ raucous cries. Finished with that messy job, we hose down the deck and return to the marina. Before long, we are safely moored in our slip, our boat is cleaned and we can relax and savor the experience. We have fish to share and enjoy, just as Gramme and Papa Vernon always did.
Why do I tell this story? What has fishing to do with Gramme and Papa Vernon’s gifts to us? Therein lies the answer to a mystery, it seems.
For several years, salmon fishing has been disappointing or downright unsuccessful. What’s different about this year? Why so bountiful? I think it may well be the new hickory shirt Roger is wearing at my insistence. His own lucky hickory fishing shirt has long since seen its best days. The new hickory shirt is the one Papa Vernon gave Roger on our last visit.
As I write this, I hear the melodious sounds of wind chimes Papa Vernon made for me years ago. I am mindful of many, many things he and Gramme gave me over the years. But most of all, I realize, they gave me wonderful memories as well as unconditional love and guidance that helped shape me and continue to enrich my life.
Post #519 by Rajesh Kumar on April 27th 2016, 1:47 PM (in topic “Salmon Holes fishing death: Recfishwest urges greater safety for WA anglers”)
Salmon Holes fishing death: Recfishwest urges greater safety for WA anglers
WA's peak recreational fishing body has called on anglers to take more responsibility for their safety following the death of a man swept off rocks at Albany's notorious Salmon Holes.
Recfishwest spokesman Tim Grose said anglers should really even question whether they absolutely needed to fish off rocks – anywhere - in the first place.
"Beach fishing at Salmon Holes can be terrific and fishing from the safety of the sand is the way to go," he said.
Police divers recovered the body of a 30-year-old man on Wednesday morning after he was swept off rocks at the popular fishing spot on Tuesday afternoon.
Two men died last year after being swept away at the same spot on April 18. Only one body was found.
A man also drowned there in May 2013.
The Recfishwest website warns of a long history of accidents along the south coast of WA in particular between Albany and Walpole, and around Esperance. Rock fishing is also popular in the South West region along much of the coast in the Leeuwin–Naturaliste National Park.
Further north, fishing from the cliffs at Kalbarri and local conditions at Shark Bay offer their own risks to anglers.
Mr Grose said a number of safety items were already installed at Salmon Holes including flotation rings and buoys along with anchor points to which anglers could harness themselves.
An emergency telephone would also be installed soon.
"Anyone who is committed to fishing off the rocks – particularly the treacherously slippery 'black rock' – should take all precautions and make sure they have appropriate safety gear
including personal flotation devices and purpose-designed footwear," Mr Grose said.
The Recfishwest spokesman said a number of tackle shops in Albany offered loans of life jackets to people who wanted to fish from rocks.
"They can also provide maps of safe spots to fish from," he said.
Recreational anglers in NSW can sign on for alerts that advise when conditions for safe fishing are adverse.
"That's something that we're looking to incorporate into our safety program," Mr Grose said.
For a full list of fishing safety advice please visit recfishwest's website here
Post #518 by Rajesh Kumar on April 27th 2016, 12:18 PM (in topic “Fishing in Michigan”)
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Post #517 by Rajesh Kumar on April 26th 2016, 12:45 PM (in topic “White bass run is a freezer-filling fishing party”)
White bass run is a freezer-filling fishing party
Ah, April in Arkansas. The turkeys are gobbling, mushrooms are popping and the white bass are running.
It's a line-stretching, pole bending fishing party when hard-fighting white bass make their spawning run up the tributaries of Beaver and Table Rock lakes. Word gets out quick when the white bass are biting. Fishermen make their spring pilgrimage to the region's white bass fishing hot spots.
The Twin Bridges area, where the White River meets Beaver Lake, is a top white-bass gathering place. Anglers fish shoulder to shoulder at the public access where Arkansas 45 crosses the White River at Goshen.
There's another fishing party where the Kings River meets Table Rock Lake at the Romp Hole public access north of Berryville, near the little town of Grandview.
Locals say the access got its name for a mega-sized party that took place each summer at the river. On this sunny day, April 7, the place was jumping and so were the fish when Danny Caywood of Grandview pulled his pickup into the access with john boat in tow. He was ready for an afternoon go at the white bass.
The only need for the boat was to get across the river to a long, spacious gravel bar. Around 30 fishermen stood on shore casting lines in hopes for the white-bass prize. The outlook was bright. Now and then a fisherman would move to a new spot and carry along a heavy stringer of white bass.
The daily limit here at the Kings River is 25 white bass, unlike Beaver Lake and its tributaries where there is no daily limit.
Caywood gazed into the clear water with polarized sunglasses. White bass cruised beneath his boat.
"Look at all those. You can see they're in here," he said. "Whether they'll bite I don't know."
It was 2 p.m. when Caywood made his first cast with a white minnow-like lure. He chose the afternoon because the Solunar Tables indicated a major feeding period started at 3:40 p.m. Some anglers swear by these tables, others don't.
Now and then a fisherman would land a white bass. Caywood caught a couple, plus a big warmouth. It's a tropical looking fish that's in the family that most fishermen call goggle-eye.
All went on Caywood's stringer. He was fishing for a fish-fry dinner.
Minnows or any lure that imitates one will work for white bass. And they did, to a degree, this warm afternoon at the Romp Hole.
The afternoon wore on. Fishing got better, then better still. Pretty soon anglers were reeling in white bass right and left. Looking up and down the gravel bar, rods were bent and lines were tight. It was 3:30. Everybody was catching fish.
Caywood fished next to his buddy, James Gibbons of Grandview. He had fished the Kings River white bass run for years. His favorite lures are a pink and white tube jig or a shad-colored Panfish Assassin.
"My real favorite is live bait," Gibbons said. "Funny thing though. They won't bite crawdads here, but over at the White River crawdads are the prime bait."
Another fishermen, Patrick Anderson of Fairview, Mo., had the makings for a feast of Ozark surf and turf. He found about 50 morel mushrooms that morning and reeled in a string of white bass in the afternoon.
The bite slowed at sunset. Caywood carried his stringer with a dozen white bass to the boat. He wasn't after a limit of 25. A dozen was plenty for dinner.
April is the prime month for white bass and lots more, Gibbons said.
"Son, it's good for everything. White bass, walleye, turkey hunting."
"And morel mushrooms," Anderson added.
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