It 's the night fishing and then there is night fishing. When I was a child, had friends and I would go run trot lines at night. , We want our local and buy a bar or two or Oxydol P & G soap. For you who are too young to remember, was used to wash all Oxydol, washing, including clothing needs. Your mother or his mother would have a knife to cut strips of the main road out of the bar, put it to soften in the wash drum. P and G, who was Proctor andGamble has been widely used in the same way. What was missing in the kids know how to clean, we took advantage of knowing what was going to eat these fish.
As I said, here we were down to the creek, which is a body of water that only one could move faster then a swampy area. We will be there before dark, so we have a number of arts pasture cut for poles could collect firewood for the night guard. The pieces of soap is cut into cubes about half an inch, just the right size for our catfish hooks. InAt that time we have heavy cotton cord with loops every two feet away. old field would have done for our weights of these hooks to close down the stream. Each length of rope was tied to a stick, and then everything was primed, and Strung Out on the bay only for what we have achieved. The centers allow a little more distance. Then you string on poles with single lines and hooks. Esche these items, we did it in mid-Bach.
With all the fierce hook, thrown out or all rows in a row, we began the chore of lighting the fire at night. The fire was an important part of our fishing trip. Built near the waterfront, would help draw attention to the industry and our bait hooks. He also helped to achieve or regain our rebait empty hook. Oh! I forgot, the night helped the dangers of our youth, and finally take spectral colleagues. The other, of course, him. It seems that our mothers alwaysknew when we moved to conquer nature, we always have sausages in coolers, there's the day before. Ok, it was an icebox where your mother kept things cold with blocks of ice so as not to spoil. You now have refrigerators.
About nine clock, we tested our first pole. Man, if we had a tractor, we knew we had snagged a wide mouth. It would be pulled off without a sharp point made by one of his ribs, go out again and againin water, it would go. The first is always dressed in place of an addition to our dinner in Vienna. Hung from a branch of a wicker basket of a kind we would keep the fire for a while 'on one side then the other side. A bit 'of salt and we were off to the races, gourmet, if it has not. When we were great, we did bad chips, then we came to the great vessels and deep sided casserole is black Hush Puppies and French fries. But the firstNight we were in Hog Heaven.
Now collect the catches of trot lines, we considered only a pole and pulled out until we dragged the fish to shore, where we could take our love had these big mouth. At first it seemed that everything came home with wounds, where the fish hook us with a tip. As we matured we have learned the art of flipping the fish in our fish. made life better, but we were there, slowly but surely. Over and over again during the night we did our trees andour lines. Meanwhile, we got some sleep, but in the morning, starting at home with our night, heroes in the eyes of our mother to bring a lunch or dinner. We learn by doing. Dad does not show us more to work hard to earn a living. A child's pass from another state or another state and are a little 'to do things differently, so we have learned.
It was not long before a skiff, build the fine art worthy of the most beautiful marine Wright is not. Onlyplain boards nailed cut in two of four for a floor and then a few pages for more. No inclination of the sides, without boundaries of the land. True flat bottom. This difficulty, we would take our fishing spots. Many Soapbox racer was ruined bring heavy jobs at home. We do not know the children over the plywood, and even though we knew we could not afford. We knew we had hot tar, both would be close to our boats, nature, and how would burning tar out of you spillson the hand or arm.
Armed with our fleet, we embarked on a new sport. Once the trot lines are fixed, we went with our poles, we started to shine lights toward the water's edge and the Bank. Big bulging eyes staring at us often, and when we get close enough, he went Wham our concerts. At the end of our barbed spear was often a big fat bullfrog. They were always there for our mothers, clean and cook your legs as if he were jumping bred poultry. Sometimes these eyesWe looked at frogs. They may belong to a raccoon, a possum, deer and an occasional coyote. But sometimes, we did not know what it was, a legend was started by a swamp monster, a story of coming to us to learn slowly, as they say. Why on a dark night and the wind in the trees sing in the dark wood could pee the ghost of a Youngun. It was so funny and entertaining, also had it back to us once completed.
These are great memories of a time, probablydisappeared. I've never heard of children who go fishing at night more. I still enjoy a night of fishing water, drinking coffee from a thermos, chat with old friends, these early days he lived again. Sure, we all thought we all knew what it was fishing during the night because we could also be treated as professionals, know. Then one day we met, even two of us have a guy who asked us if we knew how to fish at night for bass or crappie. A night not to fish for bass or crappie at nightFish for catfish. He invited us to go with him one night and learn.
The guy called Mike Cork, nice guy but he had to learn a thing or two about fishing at night. He suggested we bring our best bait casting rod and reel, and he would provide the bait. We told him we had come out. No! I take the bait. Okay, it would be lost if they resolve the complications of the limbs flying, roots and herbs, or strains, where he said he was one of us. My friend Sam and I had aMike good laugh costs while driving home to get our equipment. This is somewhat surprising, it seems, just laughs, like a pair of old fools we are.
Back to the port call bateau spot in what Mike South Louisiana people, ignorant of a jon boat. Man, that thing as a barge was robust and water. Place our equipment on board, go to the course. Mike put that motor in forward and went down in the Bayou. It was his performance as Sam and I did not sayHe was on the wrong track. The night of fun, he wanted to start him. In about 30 minutes we got to this point far enough from the Bayou, "Mike said we could start here.
He gave us a piece of bait, and told us how to tie it to our line of treat us as beginners. With the little light on the left, hit one of us just throw a tree trunk, log in others only through the edge of a fallen and sunk. So we did. Now I remember you, Sam and I took most of our lives, andNight fishing is only a beginning, but we had not even learned how to cast and fly fishing. Plop Plop went our two bait, went Splash two very nice bass, each of us a guardian of great fishing. He keeps the troll motor drag the authority in principle to the Bayou, Mike has taught us a few things about night fishing for bass. It would be nice to throw light shine here and say that he would tell a different place to do it. We do not have all the items, but far more than we collected in the course of the day. LetYou tell me that we had more fun that night with Mike teach us some tricks, as we have in recent years.
Returning to the dock, we unloaded our catch and fishing gear. We agreed to meet Sally at the Cafe, for breakfast. Sally was a nearby bar for truckers, and we knew that the coffee was hot and the service with a smile. Sitting there sipping our first cup of coffee, Sam and I began to ask questions of Mike, in turn. He would not tell us much, but what he didhad a sense that much. Why did he say, Mike said, if ...
No! I will not tell you. Mike Cork now has a book "Night Fishing Secrets Revealed." You go now. It 'full of all the secrets he shared that night with two old codgers, and much more. You'll learn things you never probably can not imagine. The address is to go down on her book, get a copy and suggest you fish your friends at night. Build some great memories, I did.
