If I could afford that I'd have it all. As it is I have always had way less than I wanted and have always caught fish anyway.

A little true story Concerning tackle


When I was four years old Granddaddy took me fishing and coon hunting I'm not sure which was first but I loved them both. When I got married I hunted 4 to 6 nights a week. At first my wife would go with me then she quit after we had children. I ran into some trouble with my dogs, two were hit by cars and the old dog died. I was about to get some more dogs, and my wife said if I quit coon hunting I could fish all I wanted to and she would never complain. She lied!! I fished when is was off from work, I fished on my way to work, and I fished on my way home from work. I fished day and night every day for four and a half years. I made a lair out of my wife. She is the greatest thing ever happened to me. Surprise, I still got her.

Well, you know how you can get in trouble messing with someone else’s young'uns, This one morning I had gone to a place called Dry Prairie. When it got light enough to see I could see some extra heavy fishing line all through the trees and bushes around the water's edge.

About that time a woman and two boys came down close to where I was the biggest boy might have been 8 or 10 or 12 years old and the little one was a small 4 I'd say. She and the older boy started fishing. It didn't take long before the little one started to loudly express his wishes to fish too.

His Mama fussed at him trying to make him hush, and after awhile, gave up. She found an old dead stick about 5' long and tied a piece of that heavy line on to the small end. It was about twice as big around as my thumb on that end so big on the other end that the little feller could just reach around it with both hands. She tied a big hook On the line and hooked a big ole black plastic worm on it, handed it to him and said, "Now Shut Up!!! and fish!"

He did too for a minute. He came over next to me, within arms reach of me and plopped his bait and pole down into the water with a big splash and right then the bass took hold of his worm and nearly jerked him in.

He screamed, "Mama, Help me!!! Help me, Mama!!!"

His Mama yelled at him, "SHUT UP and fish!!!"

I hollered over to her, "Ma'am if you don't want to help him can I?"

She screamed back "you leave my young'un alone and don't you touch him"

"Yes Ma'am but you better come help him I don't think he's Gone'a turn that fish loose and if he don't It'll pull him in." I told her.

She came running over then and took the pole away from him and pulled in a bass bigger than my 9# 12 oz er I had caught awhile back. They loaded up and left right then.


AW!! peace

Are the weeds on top of the water? If so there are lots of baits to use there are frogs that are weedless made of soft hollow rubber, or my most favorite, the MossBoss it is a hard plastic spoon that always lands with the hook point up. If the weeds are submerged try a Texas rig with your bullet weight pinned to the front of the worm with a tooth pick in the hole with the line and break it off even with the point of the weight. Tight lines

AMEN!! Brother, Bcmech, at least get hung up, regularly

The way I understand it the Chinese consider a new born 1 year old (time in the oven I guess) and call she,he,it 2 year old a year later on the birth date. The Native Americans measure it by summers This is my 77th summer. lol

Good man

These are good for any kind of fish. You should try it, makes bait last longer.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d780JUqSfT8

Nope, Long nosed gar looks like. Alligator gar are found in Golf coast states and their Mouths are shorter and much wider

Spirit, I love to know about the histories of places I fish and hunt. Just out of my yard on what used to be my Granddaddy's farm is, Bloody Shirt Pond. Other places are, Indian Head Bay, Indian Pond(my PB bass), Wolf Sink (where the Red Wolfs went when My great great Grandfather ran them with his hounds, after one took an infant child from a church social) There are many more stories from where I live.

I think I knew that too, or at least I should have. When I forget things like that I blame it on, Oldtimers Brain Farts.

When it's raining, (as long as there is no lightning flashing)is my favorite time to fish. This is just my idea of what happens with the fish when it is raining.
1: the barometric pressure drops turning on the bite
2: The rain raises the oxygen content of the water making the fish feel better so they eat.
3: The rain washes food into the lake or pond making the fish feed.

My wife didn't like for me to take our daughter fishing in the rain, but the girl still loves to fish in the rain.
The first time I took her in the rain she caught 5 bass that were within 4 oz of each other and averaged 5 lbs.
When I wasn't bailing the boat I was getting her baited up and taking her fish off the hook.

Gator is good buuut frog legs are better.

Don't know adout all the time, but it happens

I believe it My uncle had a pond where you could always get a mess of frog legs. Back in the 60s when I was in the service 3 neighbor's younguns got permission to jig frogs in the pond. They removed 30 some pounds of dressed legs that night, and gave my uncle a nice mess of them. There has never been another frog in there again.

Take a break when the tide is low and again when it is high, or use that time to move to make better use of the current. When the tide is coming in I liked to fish the back waters when it is going out I like the mouths of creeks, letting my baits drift out with the current.

I've always like a long sleeve lite colored cotton shirt for hot days