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
Monday, February 6, 2012
PICTURE PERFECT
One day happened last week. The forecast was for light winds and 60 degrees....something you just don't get much of this time of year. So several friends and I made plans to take a couple boats and head to the lake. As I topped the dam early that morning the lake was ice covered except for the edges. Initially concerned I saw the ice was just skim and I soon found the ramp to be open.
I launched ahead of my buddies in the other boat and made my way to the main lake. I dropped a couple rods tipped with jigs down and within 30 seconds had the first crappie flopping at the surface. I thought to myself this might be a magical day. We had 9 or 10 in the livewell before my buddies arrived.
The fishing was good but not outstanding. I'd caught more on previous trips but we ended up catching 40-50 whites and wipers nearly all of which went back in the lake. The crappie bite was decent and we had plenty for a buddy to go home with a 5-gallon bucket overflowing. It was indeed a fine outing.
But the big winner for the day was the weather. I don't know that the wind ever blew more than 5 mph. The sun finally popped out for good late morning and fishing in just a sweatshirt was perfectly comfortable. We said time and time again we couldn't believe how nice the weather was and we were blessed.
I'll take more just like it any time ol' Mother Nature wants to throw us a bone. Maybe she's trying to make up for 50-some days over 100 degrees last summer. If that's the case she owes us a few more. Bring it.
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