All things fishing thread

We used to say use any color as long as it had a red head and white mann's grub with the hot pink tail lol. The fall trout bite in the surf however was usually a Kelly green twist tail with a red 1/4 oz head.
Off topic a bit but it hit a nerve...I quit fishing the point and Hatteras in general when you had to start bringing your own sand mat to stand on back in the late 90s. The idiots from up north ruined a lot of things in NC not the least of which the politeness and cooperation between fishermen and with a whole beach to fish and they would pull up 15 feet away from you. Exceptions to the rule existed of course but the Delaware, Masshole, NJ, NY, and Ohio (more MidW I know) tags were usually the root cause with light line, getting into your pocket cause they saw you catch a fish, not enough weight, and drifting w/ baits. You could only try to educate so many times with "don't tell me how to fish" answers. I guess I've changed a bit since then but I have taught many a close troller when pier fishing, or unpolite surf fisherman a valuable lesson with a 4 oz pyramid sinker and 4 razor blades cast into it.

Some of my fondest memories fishing anytime in the past 50 years was standing in the surf on Emerald Isle or Cape lookout watching the sun come up over the sand up the beach with a dropper rig of sand fleas caught the night before or really fresh shrimp and a PVC sand spike.

Please tell at least they all AIRED DOWN. HAHAHAHAHA That right there used to be downright comical.

I love EI/PKS and Swansboro/Cape Carteret. If I had to pick a place to live on the NC coast, It'd probably be around there somewhere.
 
In the '80s, my siblings gathered at my brother's home in Douglas Wyoming for Thanksgiving. I had come out early, obtained a fishing license, and had some luck on the North Platte River. With the sisters and their husbands arriving the Wednesday before T-Day, I set out to catch eight trout - one for each diner at dinner. I found a nice riffle which was productive, had six on the stringer, and was looking to get the last two when some city slicker in four-digits of gear and fly rod decides to wade right through the area that I was fishing. Rude! I zipped my spinner past his ear a couple of times, but he was oblivious.

Just then, a truck stops on the nearby bridge. The driver and passenger get out and step to the guard rail. Both start shouting at the fellow in the middle of the stream. A few epithets finally get his attention. In unmistakable language, they take him to task for walking through my fishing area. When he doesn't react quickly enough, they both walk down to the stream. The rude wader and I both see that the two from the bridge have sidearms. He does walk out of the stream and accompanies the two out of earshot, but not before I hear one say to him, "What the hell kinda idiot wades through another man's fishing area? Your mother ought to beat your ass shiny with that fancy rod of yours!"

The sun was getting low when I landed my seventh. Just one more, and I could head back to my brother's house. One of my sister's had come out to greet me, having just arrived in town. It was too cold for her, and she urged me to "Get that last fish and come on!" When I hooked one, she grabbed my hand and began reeling in fiercely. Luckily, it was well hooked and didn't shake off.

I put the stringer of eight perfect pan-sized trout into my cooler with a bit of water and headed back to my brother's casa. There, I transferred the trout into the bathtub and filled it with well water. Then, I opened a beer and began to tell the tale of my fishing to my family. While I'm in the middle of relating my encounter with fancy wader fella, my brother's wife gets home from her job. She tells my brother that she is going to take a bath before our evening meal. A moment later, we hear her exclamations from the bathroom. Sheepishly, I retrieve the fish from the bathtub and take to cleaning them. Later, at dinner, she forgives me my merry mischief, stating that the fresh trout meal hit the spot.
 
IMG_1221.jpg20200509_164437.jpg20200509_164432.jpg20200509_162334.jpgspent all day outside visiting a local waterfall, then went fishing. All small stuff, I caught one little bass around a pound and a half. Kids and wife caught a lot though and had a blast.
 
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20200513_133228.jpg20200513_130119.jpg20200513_132235.jpgIMG_3240.jpgwent to the river today. Cauggt a few small trout, they're currently in digestion😂. The ones in the bucket are my money fish though, horny heads. They're gonna be catfish bait tomorrow!
 
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Joe, I am shocked! Shocked, I tell you!

Well, that's why they call it fishing. Better luck tomorrow.
That's what I told my daughter "this is why it's called fishing, not catching"😂
 
Now that the TVA is opening stuff back up Im hoping they turn off the generators to Norris soon...I did see they were just running one some this week.
 
Sorry if you wanted to misinform others or just passed along what you heard... either way I Wasn’t trying to be an arse or nothing just wanted you and others to know Well you know internet and truth stuff🤫
It was a beautiful fish and all but not close to a world record type fish...
I actually read the article last year in a fly fishing mag about the girl that caught that fish (and several other nice browns )and it was about 36 inches and based on my estimation probably weighed 22-24 lbs. btw browns in the 30 lb+ range are fairly regularly caught in Arkansas And Michigan. New Zealand or Iceland is where the next world record fish will probably come from.
 
Arctic char are native to Iceland. They are a fine fish to catch and to eat. What is it with the English having to introduce certain species all over the world?
 
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