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 5, 2011
RIGHTEOUS ROADTRIP
Our guide, Travis Barker, picked us up at the dock at 5:30 a.m. the first morning in a boat more suited for the ocean but right at home on Texoma's 90,000 acres. Outfitted with dual 250 hp Yamaha 4-strokes we were stylin' and it didn't take us long to get anywhere. Our first spot didn't yield much, but it wasn't long and news of good fishing spread over the radio. Many of the guides share information and there's usually plenty of fish to go around.
Travis was a flurry of activity trying to keep our four rods in the water as fish bit nearly non-stop. We used live threadfin shad he'd caught prior to picking us up and most times we fished them three to five cranks off the bottom. Stripers typically don't mess around and sometimes hit like a freight train and then act like a runaway one when hooked. My boys had no trouble discerning a hit and we all caught a mess of fish in a hurry. Our limit of 40-fish (10 each) happened almost too fast as we were back at the dock, fish cleaned and headed back to our motel room by 8:30 a.m.
The next morning followed with similar results. A large school of surfacing fish started the day and for whatever reason we caught bigger fish this day with several pushing 10 pounds. Each angler is allowed two fish over 20 inches long in their daily creel and we had some nice ones. Our 40-fish limit took a bit longer but we were still back at the dock well before the temperatures of 100-degree-plus days started sizzling.
All four of us had a great time. We spent more time on the road than we did fishing, but the overall experience was a package deal. It's nice to do something different and I'm certain I'll have plenty of anxious participants should we do it again.
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