Wednesday, June 18, 2025
My First Guided Fishing Trip- Part 1
Monday, June 16, 2025
3D Printed Stripping Basket- The Conclusion
Friday, June 13, 2025
I Wish Tying Flies Outside was More Manageable
Thursday, June 12, 2025
The Summer of Unexpected Crappie Continues!
Monday, June 9, 2025
Third Fishing Outing of Summer Break- North Lake
Saturday, June 7, 2025
A Few Music Videos For Your Viewing Pleasure
It has been a long time since I posted some music videos, but I felt that these were worth sharing. They all hold a special place in my heart so if you would allow me to explain why I posted each one, I would greatly appreciate it!
1. Alice Cooper, School's Out- I'm a middle school teacher so I'm pretty pumped to get some greatly appreciated free time. Free time = more fishing!
2. Chris Janson, The Real Bass Pro- This song is easy for me to relate to. Aside from pretty much being an ad for Bass Pro (which I have zero problem with), everything in the song describes something that I love. On top of that, Chris Janson is from Missouri which makes me instantly want to like him. My favorite part of the song is, "Thank the good lord for the great outdoors and Johnny Morris for the fishing poles."
3. Hardy, Favorite Country Song (official video)- If you show me a music video about a shoulder returning from service and reuniting with his family, I'm going to either cry or come close. No, the video does not coincide with the words of the song at all, but it captures more emotions that way in my opinion.
4. Hardy, Favorite Country Song (lyricvideo)- I love the words, guitar, and vocals of this song. Like The Real Bass Pro by Chris Janson, it is easy to relate to. The words, "Raindrops drummin' on rusted tin. Flathead draggin' out twenty pound Stren" remind me of sleeping in my hunting & fishing cabin as well as fishing for channel catfish with my grandma. I also dig the lines, "Oh, hallelujah, I know it that the good Lord wrote it for a good ol' boy like me. On the back porch, sippin' on a cold beer. Listen to some home-sweet harmony."
5. Brother Marshall & the Choir of Fire (Sturgill Simpson), All the Gold in California- I've listened to this song so many times recently that it's starting to drive my wife crazy. While the title clearly reads that the song is sang by Brother Marshall & The Choir of Fire, in reality it is sung by Sturgill Simpson with a bunch of male vocalists that accompany him while hooting and hollering at the same time. I have no idea what the song is about. What I do know is that I love the soul in Sturgill's voice so much that I would listen to that guy sing the alphabet. I also know that I love the rising action of this song and the feverous pitch at the climax. It also makes me giggle when he says, at the end of the song, "Oh that's purdy."
Wednesday, June 4, 2025
Second Verse, Same as the First (Almost)
Monday, June 2, 2025
First Fishing Outing of Summer Break
Wednesday, May 28, 2025
A Big Fish that Wasn't
If you don’t know, gar have become my nemesis. They have become my white whale if you will. I struggle to hook them, and when I do, I’ve never landed one. So, with a hope to break the curse, I started looking for signs of gar. By signs of gar, I mean, looking for elongated figures in the water and breaches at the surface where gar gulp air. As I followed the water from the spillway downstream, I came across what I thought was my first gar sighting.
I had Waylon in tow, and we both stared at the shadowy figure in the water for a while. We were high on a bank, which gave us an advantageous view of our prey. I slowly started to put my eight weight rod together and put on a fly that might tempt the beast. In my mind, I was already thinking about options B, C, and D if my first fly, didn’t elicit a strike. Slowly, Waylon and I started to descend the bank.
It took all of three steps down to realize that we had made a miscalculation. What we thought was a gar was nothing more than aquatic vegetation calmly swaying in the current. It was pretty surprising because I could have sworn that I saw the size, shape, and coloring of a long nose gar tail. Waylon seemed a little confused as we stopped our stalk prematurely, and I found myself somewhere between frustration and comical humility.
I’m telling you this story because it was literally the highlight of the trip. I saw a few small gar that refused my fly, but that was it. It was still a fun little adventure, and I still enjoyed my time in the outdoors. With that being said, this guard quest will hopefully end sometime this summer. I’ve got a hot tip on a place that’s full of gar , and can’t wait to hit that spot once school is out for the summer. I will be sure to keep you up-to-date on my quest as it unfolds.