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, July 26, 2011
CARP QUEEN
I recently took my sister and her family to Marion Reservoir for a catfishing adventure. Reports were good and anticipation was high, despite an early morning departure of 6 a.m. But after only a couple catfish would cooperate it was obvious my crew was losing interest.
So enter a few big ol' carp. They're nasty critters as far as I'm concerned but to novice anglers they put a whopper of a bend in a rod and fight like crazy. That's really all one could expect and half the fun is in the battle no matter what's on the end of the line.
My sister caught a monstrous carp and my niece and nephew caught a few smaller ones, too. It was the only saving grace to a day filled with little catfish success. And even though it's considered a "trash fish" by some there's one giant member of the minnow family in particular that will be remembered for a long time. It trashed my boat and earned my sister the title of "carp queen" for a day...maybe longer.
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