It Is Called Fishing (ms)

I have never seen fishing as a complicated venture; some bait, a bit of string tied to a rod of some kind with a hook at the other end, nothing more is needed. People who fish, however, are like photographers who are often intent on buying anything new that comes down the road. I am able to verify that photography thing personally by the way. Fishing folks also pore through catalogs but they are on the lookout for the next big fish catching gizmo and you just know some company will have something which supposedly gives one angler the edge over another; at least until the next new thing comes along.

In a corner of the garage here at the Ranch there is the simplest, most non-unique, aged and always trusty fish catching device: the aforementioned pole, string and hook. The bait is added later, I also use a bobber though some have frowned on it. Purists say a cork is what is truly needed.

In truth the whole thing probably cost me ten bucks tops and that figure included many yards of line and a number of hooks. It would have been cheaper had I used plain old white butchers string but I went for the camouflage colored line, less visible to the fish and all.

The operation is so simple you can hardly mess it up which makes it especially attractive to me. If you have an eight foot pole, I use bamboo because it seems to last longer, you cut off an eight foot piece of line and tie it to the tip. At the other end you tie on a hook, about a foot up you attach your bobber; slip a worm on the hook and that is all there is to it. Unless you are fishing in a mud puddle alongside a road somewhere this setup will catch fish.

Originally this kind of rig became popular for fishing in among lily pads. They can be thick and often hide good fish beneath but with a bamboo rod and a little practice you can plop bait right between two lily pads and try for a lurking lunker.

I used it for a long time because it almost always catches fish even just off shore. Let’s face it, I’m lazy and not really a big fan of throwing out and reeling in enough times to send me to surgery for a dislocated whatever on my arm. The bamboo pole rig allows me to send my line out about sixteen feet or so from shore with merely the flick of a wrist. Once in the water I can sit and relax and begin contemplating nature and the world. Most of the fish that go after my worm are small and shall we say ambitious in their desires and appetites. They nibble the bait down to nothing and then leave everything alone allowing me still more time to come up with ideas for stories and essays. In short, they don’t bother me, I don’t bother them. Truth be told I’ve caught some decent fish with this rig but not very often. In my view that’s really how it ought to be. The sport is called fishing not catching.

–Mike Stevens


~ by admin on June 17, 2011.

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