We checked out our spots, we got our bait…now it’s time to head to the river!
It’s time to bait our big hooks with live bait. You want the big fish, you use the big bait!
Let’s talk about the hooks we need to use.
To start with, too big of a hook is too heavy. Too small of a hook may not hold the fish you are looking for. You have to find one that’s just right.
The best hook I’ve found is a 11/0 or 12/0 Circle C. I personally use a 200 lb test mono-filament for my drops on my trot line. Your equipment determines the fish you’ll catch.
When fishing a preferred spot, don’t put all your eggs in one basket. In other words, don’t put all your hooks in that one spot. Go to more than one area and scatter your lines.
Now that we have learned what equipment to use, what kind of bait to catch, what hooks to use…it’s time to fish.
And to bring our catch to the Harbormaster for weigh-in.
For 11 years, I’ve been the Mississippi Deep Sea Fishing Rodeo Freshwater Catfish Division Champion with my highest weight of one 74.3 lb catfish. But it’s a new year and there are many looking to knock me off my spot.
I get to the weigh-in and…
(to be continued)
Working in those cotton fields was hard but sometimes we got to go to the river.
It was where we took our summer baths and where I learned to fish. Back then, fishing wasn’t just recreational, we fished for our food. Times were lean and we depended on those fish to keep from going to bed with a rumbling stomach.
The fishing equipment and knowledge of fishing is completely different today than it was then, but my love of fishing has never changed.
Fishing on the river is one of the places where I feel most at home and I enjoy the beauty of nature, never forgetting that it is God’s creation that makes it so great. From then until now, I’ve been always amazed at what an incredible world the Lord made for us.
Boy it’s hot out there!
I’m sure glad I’m not chopping cotton.
Growing up, the rows was long and the fields was wide. And there was very few shades trees at the ends of the rows.
Sometimes it was not so bad when there was very little weeds and grass to cut down but then sometimes that ole Johnson grass was as high as your head.
I was born in Arkansas in the 1940’s, at a time when you had kerosene lamps for light and an outhouse to take care of your business. It was a harder life but it wasn’t as busy.
My dad was a sharecropper and the kids were expected to work right alongside him. The days were long, sunup to sundown, and you didn’t take many breaks.
It may have been hard but if gave me a great work ethic, something you don’t find often in today’s world.