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
Thursday, July 21, 2011
QUICK STUDY
The walleye bite at Clinton Reservoir had been going strong since the first of July. A buddy had been catching plenty of 'eyes and didn't mind Dylan and I joining him last weekend for an early morning trip. We were on the water by 6:30 a.m. hoping for the best. I sat in the middle of the boat and instructed Dylan on the finer points of pulling spinners. He took charge of our two rods in the back. He got hands-on experience as I left most of the responsibility up to him. He soon learned what to look for in a hit, how much line to let out and when to check his bait.
But for the first two hours he learned nothing of actually CATCHING a fish. Not even a dink. It didn't look good and my buddy wondered aloud if a good thing had come to an end. But we were planning to fish at least 'til noon anyway and kept after it. Dylan probably wasn't real impressed with this "new to him" way of fishing.
But as is the case sometimes, for whatever reason, the fish started biting. And they bit well. Over the course of the next three hours we kept 12 walleye and a sauger between 15 inches and 5 pounds. Dylan was digging it and admitted he liked this way of fishing. I don't know if he meant pulling spinners or catching big, mouth-watering-sized walleye. Didn't matter what he meant as we were having fun.
Dylan got the hang of running the rods, net and baiting hooks. He learned a lot in a short time. He never complained once about the heat, slow start or being hungry. He was a good student for sure and he's looking forward to the next class no matter the lesson.
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