The Old Man and the Lake

One of this thirsty fisherman’s most prize possessions is my vintage 12’ aluminum fishing boat. Many fine afternoons have been spent on this vessel, hopelessly seeking my next big catch. However, due to my recent urban relocation I no longer have my tin boat.

Now, if you are a regular reader you know I have been scouting my surroundings for a good fishing spot. All of this has been done on the bank, which is tough to fish because that’s where everyone else fishes. I hadn’t had too much success until a friend recommended a local lake that is surrounded by reeds and small willow trees. Fishing from the bank is difficult at best.

However, I did catch some really nice bass one evening a few weeks ago. I could tell that this lake is a bass hot spot, but the trick is to get out past the trees and other weeds. That is when I decided I needed to get out on the water.

Fortunately, I know of another thirsty fisherman who happens to like collecting things. He just so happen to have one of those inflatable pontoon row boats. He hadn’t used it in years and it was just collecting dust. I asked if I could have it. “Sure” he said, “If I can find it.”

Much to my relief we did find it and it actually held air. I had to replace some of the parts which had been scrounged for other projects, but I had it back together and rigged for fishing in no time. Once I got the necessary supplies from my old boat, which is in possession of one of the reasons why I am so thirsty, I was ready to go.

Tonight seemed like the perfect night for a test run, so I headed down to my new fishin’ hole. It took a while to get it all assembled and carried to the water’s edge. Next time I am going to find a closer entry point and assemble more at the car; it took about six trips to get it all to the launch.

Once I got on the water I was in heaven. This was the first time this season I have been on a boat and I couldn’t have been happier. This is the perfect fishing set up for small waters. It allows me to get right in to the nooks and crannies where the fish are.

I did have one small hiccup when I had to go back to the bank to get the air pump. Apparently there is a slow leak and I had to refill. I kept the pump with me the rest of the time just in case. You know, most boats have bilge pumps to get water out… I have a pump to put air back in. I find that kind of humorus.

The fishing was also a success; even though I only caught two bass. One of those bass weighed 2.5 pounds and was about 17” long, probably the biggest bass I have ever caught. Catching a big fish in a lightweight boat like that is somewhat exhilarating. For a moment there, I thought it was going to be reliving a Hemingway novel.

I finally headed back to the bank as the sun started to set. It was a beautiful night to start a new chapter in my fishing adventures. The beauty of my new watercraft is that it resides in the back of my trusty fishing vehicle so that I am ready to hit the water in a moment’s notice!

The Student Becomes the Master

I didn’t grow up fishing. I was exposed to it as an adult while I was an acquaintance’s private farm pond. We were up to the normal shenanigans one finds at hidden spots such as this on warm summer evenings in the Midwest when someone handed me a rod and said, “Hey, why don’t you give it a try?” So I did.

What really got me hooked (pun intended) was seeing that bobber twitch for the first time. I got excited and hoped it would happen again. It was that mystery of the unknown that really got me. The problem was I knew nothing about fishing and I had no gear.

I knew this little bait shop near where I worked so I stopped in one day to check out their selection of fishing poles. I wandered around the narrow isles lost in a world of brightly colored items that looked like crazy jewelry. Finally I asked the shop owner what kind of pole I should get. His cantankerous response was, “Well… that depends on what you are fishing for.”

I learned quickly this was a common answer for a somewhat silly question. I had an urge to fish and I was in desperate need of equipment to satisfy this urge. Fortunately I discovered someone at work who fished. I started to pick his brain before, during, and after work. I couldn’t get enough information!

I believed most of his advice was reliable, although I to this day have never tried using bubble gum as bait. In addition to this mentorship, through the years I have sought out the advice of several fisherman in an attempt to increase the rate of my catches. I have also read countless books and magazines; as well as spent hours and hours watching fishing videos.

Then one day last week someone came into my area at work and asked, “Hey, does anyone know if you can fish in the lake out back?” One of my co-workers pointed to me and said, “Ask him, he’s the expert on fishing.” I was honored to spend a few minutes, much to the dismay of my supervisor, sharing my joy of angling to this bright-eyed young fellow.

Things had come full circle and I was the one now doing the teaching. It’s funny how life works that way. As he was headed towards the bank he turned and smiled saying, “Thanks for the advice.... and for the gum.”

If It’s Too Good to Be True, It Probably Is

I am always keeping my eye out for potential fishing spots no matter where I am, and recently I noticed a nice looking spot on my way to work. It is near a local park that I frequent on my mountain bike. Sure enough, after studying maps and satellite images I confirmed it is actually part of the park.

I estimate the size of this pond may be 1 acre, which is sufficient to hold some decent bass and bluegills. So I figured I would go check it out one night right about sunset. My plan was to hit the water about the time the bugs would be setting in and the fish would be busting the surface.

When I arrived at the trail head I was surprised there were no signs condoning or condemning anglers, so without hesitation I grabbed my rods and tackle box. It was probably half a mile hike from the car through some beautiful flat land peppered with pine and spruce trees.

Typically good fishing holes are littered with bait containers and the grass is all trampled down.This was not the case. In fact I was amazed at how pristine this area was. I felt as if I was the first person to have ever set eyes on this place. This meant either there were no fish or I wasn’t supposed to be there. Either way, I was a bit anxious about the situation.

Having cut my teeth on a mossy farm pond, I knew to bring a rod rigged with something that wouldn’t get hung up in the moss. I tossed my Texas-rigged bass-colored creature out and started dragging it across the mat of moss. As I worked my way around the pond I noticed there was absolutely no signs of any fish.

After about 20 minutes I gave up and started my hike back to the truck. I wanted to get out of there as quickly and inconspicuously as possible just in case I was up to something illegal. Too stubborn to give up on a good thing, I gave a call to the local conservation office. Not to give myself away, I played dumb and didn’t let on that I had already been there.

My suspicions were confirmed, this was simply a wetland and there were no fish in that body of water. Even though the fishing was a dead end, I still enjoyed the walk in God’s country on a spectacular spring evening. The lesson to be learned here is that even though things aren’t always what they appear, you still can enjoy the ride.

Adapting to the Current

This is a follow up to last week’s post about change. The mention of the word usually makes me cringe, but I have had a lot of exposure to change lately and my tolerance to it is improving. In fact, my new surroundings have catapulted my fishing in new and exciting directions.

Lately I have been scouting out several different spots, looking for that perfect hideaway that holds fish but not the attention of other fisherman. This means I have to get off the beaten path. This also means I will most likely sacrifice size and quantity of fish, but that’s ok. I am happy to get a line in the water!

After a couple of unsuccessful outings I went back to the drawing board and developed a new plan. I emptied all of my trout tackle out of my fishing vest and replaced it with all of my micro-bass tackle. The goal: stream fishing for smallmouth bass.

To reach these smallies one must get out into the water. Thankfully this April evening was rather warm, so the cold clear water felt refreshing as I waded up stream. This trip was part fishing and part reconnaissance. I was fortunate to have caught one little feller and spooked a decent looking fish out of its hole while I was retrieving a hung-up lure.

Having caught one fish, I consider the night a success. I saw several others and got to know the structure of this particular stretch. There are several holes with laydowns that are perfect hiding spots for the ol’ bronze backs. I am certain I will be revisiting this stream in the very near future.

Through the years I have learned that the best fisherman are those who can adapt to the changing conditions. Those who are persistent, think outside of the box, and use their intuition are those who find success. All too often anglers seldom stray from their favorite lures and wait for the conditions to be right. Life has made sure in this case, that I am not one of those men.

So I adapt to the changing current. Just as I learned the riprap and sandy water of the Cedar, I am learning the rapids, runs, and holes of the Indian. It all takes patience and practice just like anything else. Fishing, like life, is a journey. It is in the journey that I find satisfaction.

Sometimes Change Just Happens

Change is one of those things that I am not very fond of. Unfortunately change sometimes just finds us and there is nothing we can do but make the best of it. Well, change found me recently and I no longer live among the rolling fields and herds of deer.

A few months ago I relocated to a somewhat urban area where I currently share the same vertical space with some quiet neighbors. I am thankful for the fact that they are quiet. The one exception being the gentleman above me who is a lumberjack by night.

Fortunately, the metropolis that is my new home was built around the same river I have been bothering for the past 16 years. I am happy to have found several parks that very much resemble my former home, and this has eased the transition considerably.

With change comes the need to adapt. Circumstances are such that I will be bank-bound for a while, so I have been scouting out some nearby streams. Rumor has it that one of them in particular has some good smallmouth fishing.

So for the time being, I will be putting my medium weight baitcasting rod down for my ultra-light spinning rod. I even plan to break out the fly rod and waders in the near future. I once went fly fishing for trout in the Driftless Area streams a few years ago and am anxious to try that type of fishing again.

Just like the river, our lives are always changing whether we like it or not. One thing is for sure, change takes us in a new direction and challenges us. Who knows? You might find new opportunities that you had never even thought were possible.