We need choppy water Steve told me when we had first started fishing together last year. The breeze off of the lake wasnt as bad as we had thought but it was enough to get a little chop going and keep the temperatures cool. We were the only ones at the boat landing that morning. I was ready to redeem myself after last year's trip resulted in a salmon throwing the hook and swimming away. We set up the three streamer lines and headed to the honeyhole to see if we could get a bite. We didn't spend too much time trolling before Steve yelled, "fish on!' and I jumped up to grab the rod and started reeling the line in, making sure to keep the line tight and the tip up. The water was cold but I was surprised by the lack of...
I am afraid that I could really get addicted to fishing. The only thing that is really stopping me are those images of fishing hooks embedded in fingers, thumbs, hands etc. and realizing that that could be me. I shutter! But when Al took me out fishing on the Big Lake, I could see myself really getting into fishing. The weather was perfect and I was eager to see if I could really land a fish. I had struck outturkey hunting so I was hopeful that my luck would change. One of the streams leading into the lake. Al and I met up at 8:30 and headed out. It was perfect weather, sun and a little wind. As we motored around, I was surprised by the lack of other boats on the water. We talked about...
