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
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
OLDY BUT GOODY
I met a buddy, Craig Athon, from Topeka at the lake last Sunday. The wind forecast was brutal but we were greeted with calm conditions and light fog. We headed out and started looking for likely spots using my electronics. It had been years since either of us had been to the lake in May so we weren't sure where to go. I started marking some fish and with no wind Craig suggested we pull spinners and cover some water.
I dropped the trolling motor and monitoring my GPS tried to keep us trolling along at around 1 mph. We were using 2-ounce bottom bouncers so it wasn't hard to keep them on the bottom in 13 feet of water. It didn't take long and Craig had the first fish of the day. He dumped the plump 18-inch fish into the livewell and we were off to a good start.
Over the next few hours we caught a lot of fish and most were just under the 15-inch minimum length limit. However, a keeper was landed now and then and my livewell was filling up although the fish weren't big, but big enough to keep. We stayed in the same area and as more boats showed up others were catching fish, too.
By about 2 p.m. the forecasted wind showed up with a vengeance. We fished a while longer but were about ready to call it a day anyway. We guessed we'd caught 50-60 walleye and had a limit of 10 keepers between 15 and 18 inches.
We headed back to the ramp about 3:30 p.m. and I was reminded of why I try to leave the lake by noon on holiday weekends. The 3-lane ramp was standing-room only and the line to launch or take out was long. People couldn't back trailers, worked on their motors while sitting on the ramp and left their vehicle unoccupied in the way of others trying to get in or out. It was a virtual zoo but really not surprising. Common sense doesn't seem too common any more.
It took us nearly 30 minutes to load. But as we said goodbye it was a good feeling knowing we had a fine day fishing Kansas' oldest reservoir. Still old, but darn good.
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