Moonlight casts the longest shadows. Two silhouettes. A man. And his dog. Me? Furious. Sweaty. Plodding down the street in 1,000 lb waders. The dog? Happy. Go-lucky. Pissing in flower beds. Trying to lighten the mood. We weren’t really lost. I’ve hunted the bay enough to know exactly where we were. That said. We weren’t … Continue reading
I don’t understand what makes a fish want to eat a tube. Stickbaits I get. They look like a delicious fish. Jigs? An obvious attempt to portray a yummy crawdad. But tubes? They look like a miniature condom. With tentacles. There is nothing appetizing about that. The paint jobs on some of these new lures … Continue reading
This always seems to happen. Just when the fish start biting, I’ve got to quit fishing. It’s inevitable. I figure out a pattern then something comes up and I’m shorebound. Maybe it’s karma. Maybe it’s because I’d rather be fishing than doing just about anything else. So it doesn’t matter when I have to quit … Continue reading