Introduction
The outdoors has special meaning to me. I caught my first fish at age 4 and shot my first duck at age 9. Nearly four decades later I still get excited when I get to spend any time outdoors. A lot has changed during that time but the anticipation and experiences are still similar and just as exciting. It’s a great place to be....Read More
These days I enjoy many different types of hunting. I’m an avid, some might say rabid, waterfowler. I love to bowhunt and have traveled the country doing so for various big game species, although I’m fairly content with Kansas whitetails and turkeys now. And when it’s not hunting season I’m usually fishing. I love to fish for walleye, crappie and channel catfish. I’m at home on the front of my boat on a big reservoir or wading a small Flint Hills stream. It’s all good.
Throw in a recent bout with the trapping bug and decades of camping with family and friends and it’s obvious I have an addiction for the outdoors.
Many of my most memorable outdoor experiences in recent years have centered on those with my children. My 18-year-old daughter and twin 12-year-old boys have been a major part of my outings. Watching their eyes light up as they realize the wonders of Mother Nature and her bounty likely has even more meaning than my own personal satisfaction. Spending quality time with them outdoors carries significant and substantial meaning, no matter what we’re doing.
In this Blog I’ll attempt to relay some of the enjoyment and satisfaction I get from being outdoors. Topics covered will be broad in scope and run the gamut. It’s all fair game. If you can sit at your computer and read a particular entry and it stirs you to try it, or helps make your experience more enjoyable, I will be pleased. And if it does nothing more than make you smile or laugh that too, will please me. The outdoors is truly a great place to be!
Good luck!
Marc Murrell
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
FRIDAY THE 13th NOT ALWAYS UNLUCKY
But fast forward and oh what a difference a day makes. Friday was drastically different and the wind howled 25-30 mph out of the north and it was cold. We launched and tried walleye fishing close to the ramp with no luck. I'd been wanting to try crappie fishing so we headed to the "calm" side of the lake and pulled into a cove near the marina. There's a ton of brush piles in the lake and we located one and started fishing. It wasn't long and I felt the first "thump" and set the hook. As I fought the fish I wondered if I'd hooked a smallmouth bass. But when it surfaced I discovered otherwise.
The first crappie of the day was a giant and even drew a few accolades from a nearby boat. The big slab looked deeper than it was long and I had to grab the line to land it as my drag was slipping when I tried to lift it in the boat with my rod. The spawned-out female was likely much heavier a couple weeks ago, but now tipped the scale at about 2.25 pounds.
We didnt' stop with that one. Trying to hold the boat in 14 feet of water we caught more crappie in less than ideal conditions. A 2-inch Carolina pumpkin and chartreuse plastic on a 1/8-ounce jig fished two cranks off the bottom was the hot ticket. We caught plenty more and soon the livewell was stacking up with tasty slabs. Friday the 13th wasn't so unlucky after all!
It would have been easy enough to pass on fishing on a day like that but we were there to fish. I hate bad weather, but I've always heard that the weather affects fishermen moreso than the fish and we found that to be true, particularly the next couple days walleye fishing (check my next Blog entry to hear the details of that adventure). It's almost unbelievable!
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