Posts Tagged ‘Nature’

Finally! Instead of 105 degrees, it was a much nicer 85 tonight! A chance to get on the water! The score?

Pawnee Lake: 2 flies – Me: 20+ Fish

Now, most of those fish were White Perch… and catching White Perch is no challenge in Pawnee Lake.

Even though it wasn’t a challenge, it was nice to be false casting over the water… and having a tight line at the end of my pole…

Who cares if it wasn’t a challenge. It was fishing. And it was awesome.

It also gave me some time to think about the voice that I would like to take with this blog. And I have some ideas with where I would like to go with it.

After the sun went down, I did manage to catch one game fish. I pulled a White Crappie up right before I came home.

I guess it pays off to keep pressing through the perch. Eventually a nice fish will come up.

Funny, I could say the same thing about writing… keep writing and a gem will arise eventually.

Right? Right???

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So, apparently after you volunteer for one fishing tournament, your name must go on a list that goes out to anyone else looking for volunteers…

This weekend I volunteered to help with the Cornhusker State Games shore fishing tournament at Holmes Lake. If you can’t tell from the picture, I got to walk around and measure fish. Their were medals for the largest catfish, bluegill, and largemouth bass.

At one point, I got down on my knee to measure a fish and sat on my muddy shoe to balance myself. When I stood up, I tired to wipe the mud off my rear end with my hand… which only smeared it. I walked around with a muddy hand print on my butt for most the day.

I jokingly told my co-worker who talked me into helping that I wasn’t there because I was nice… I was there so I could see how everyone else was catching fish, what they were biting on, and where they were biting at. A little undercover reconnaissance… Worms and corn seemed to work the best. Both under a bobber and off the bottom with a split shot or two. I have some ideas for some flies now…

The fish bite was a little slow, but I did get to see a couple nice largemouths; and a 9-10 year old kid caught a nice 24 inch catfish at the very last second to win the catfish division. And he put it back in the lake after a picture. I love seeing big fish go back in the water…

I spent time with the family of the kid who caught the catfish; telling them what I knew about the lake, teaching them a little bit about bluegills, showing them my homemade flies, and helping them to remove hooks from the bluegills they caught.

One of the bluegills that they caught took a hook pretty deep; but I managed to dig it out with my hemostats. Most people just toss these fish back into the water carelessly, but I walked this little guy to the water and gently set him in. He must have been a little bit disorientated because as soon as he hit the water, he swam the wrong way and beached himself on the shore. I waded through the shin deep mud, picked it up, took it back out to the water, and spent a couple minutes reviving the little guy. Eventually he took off under his own power and headed for deep water…

I waded out of the mud and hopelessly tried to clean some of the mud off my shoes and legs. I surrendered to the mud after a few seconds and accepted the fact that it would dry to my skin until I could get home to shower. It didn’t think anything of the whole experience; it’s just want I would consider an expectation of fishing. The mother of the family looked at me said “All of that to save a little bluegill? You really enjoy fishing.”

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This picture of Little E made me think about why I love the outdoors…

I have this conversation with a co-worker of mine a lot. She is a globe trotter; and loves to travel to destinations all over the world. She has great pictures of herself in famous places; and the wonderful things she’s seen. To tell you the truth, it is very impressive.

She tries to convince me that I should go overseas too… I would if offered a free trip… but I like finding beautiful things in my own backyard.

I know that my friend finds Nebraska beautiful too, so this is not any dig at her…

I was able to spend some time the last couple weekends at some fly fishing shops and a couple of different Cabela’s stores. Whenever I go into an outdoor store, I love seeing the trophy pictures from patrons and staff, the native aquariums, and the taxidermy displays. Cabela’s does a great job of featuring native animals in their stores, and seeing the trophies that came from my own backyard is amazing to me. My daughter loves to see them as much as I do, and gets so excited to see them. She will make moose antlers at the moose, fish faces at the aquarium, and growl at the lions.

To the side is the world record for the largest typical mule deer. In addition to fly fishing, I do some deer hunting in the fall and turkey hunting in the spring. I vastly prefer fishing, mostly because I can release the fish unharmed (catch and release a topic for another post); but I am not opposed to the harvest of fish and game. One on the most exciting things about hunting for me is seeing the deer/turkey approach. Every time there is a feeling that my heart is about to jump out of my chest. I can only imagine what it felt like when the mule deer above came into sight.

That is what I love about the outdoors. You never know what will walk out of the woods or be at the end of your line. Seeing the pictures, trophies, and aquariums of the local animals helps keep me going. Seeing the amazing animals that people have found within a drive of my backyard, and knowing that every time I go out into the field I might be next one to snag a trophy is half the fun.

I don’t know what it is like to look up at the Eiffel Tower, but I do know what it is like to catch a trophy fish, or see a huge deer run out in front of me… and all in my own backyard. I have the same gitty reaction that Little E does in Cabela’s… and it takes all my effort to remain clam and perfectly still… and keep my heart from beating out of my chest…

Nature is awesome…

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“… to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.” –Herman Melville’s Moby Dick

It looks like you can take revenge on nature…

How do you like them apples, frog?

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