Minnow Head

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Posted by Jack | Posted in Baits & Lures | Posted on 09-02-2010

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Minnow Head

The day I caught my first crappie!

Crappie I caught my first time in a day when the fish were not biting. At least that's what my cousin said Bill, and Bill had known everything there is to know about fishing for crappie. Six years older than me, in my mind for 12 years who knew everything there was to know about the role of Ol 'Boca.

Most of the men of my father's family were up and running from first light to very dark past; Project law. Agriculture in its best is a hard life, he did not like. It was an early riser and more likely that he would not eat breakfast, feed the cows, pulling his boat on the back of his old truck and head to the lake. I spent a week with Bill when he was still a child, fresh from the city.

Now Bill had a reputation of knowing that each crappie, bluegill and catfish in the state they lived and what they want for dinner on any particular day. These fish were his specialty and fishing for them was more than a sport for him, was a competition with himself and everyone else!

We arrived in Granada on Lake ago Earlier, when the fog was still in the lake and the sound of loons are heard in the distance. We broke flat aluminum boat Bill of his old truck truck and led him water. bill allocates 7 engine power Johnson outboard motor was in the truck.

With the exception of a few things that had brought lunch all I had to take the boat was a bucket of bait. Held a hundred small fish that Bill had fallen from his own bait tank. He had done with an old irrigation through concrete cows were not using anything else.

We sent off in the water and put the engine throttle slightly open and went skimming across the surface of this huge lake, as if the devil himself was chasing us!

Lake Granada at that time was only about 11 years of age. Woods and fields that had been there more than a decade before, were now covered with water. treetops poked through the surface and records water posed navigational hazards to those who roamed the lake we set out to fish!

These obstacles did not stop bill. Once ricocheted off the upper trunk and broke the pin cut in the propeller. No problem! He simply hand in his shirt pocket and got another pin, started the engine and a pair of wire pliers and removed the broken pin is inserted again. He started the engine and once again we were shot through the lake.

In a short time, cut the engine and unwinding long cane poles. He taught me how to catch a small fish and how to put on the hook. We were ready to start fishing!

Facilitated the boat in a large treetop poking out of the water. Me how to get my tent near one of the branches and see the cork from a bite. He immediately pulled underwater! I pulled back and at the end of my line was a beautiful silver fish. A type of fish!

Bill was happy for me, and put my fish on the stringer. I placed another tent on the hook and lowered it into the tree. Ziinnnng! The cork sank under the surface again. This time the scrap was a little more intense because this type of fish was larger than the first. Bill added my fish to the other in the bar.

Unfortunately I had not even eaten on the end of the boat. By this time he was muttering to himself as I bait my hook and relieved the carp in the water with a twig. As I pulled up to a third fish, I heard Bill muttering something fish do not bite now.

I heard the engine shot I took to my room big fish. Project Bill hit the accelerator hard and I shouted above the noise. "They are not biting here. Let elsewhere. He did not like to be the best second!

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