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
Friday, April 27, 2012
DISARRAY
So a couple weeks ago one Saturday afternoon I dumped my crappie bag out on my dining room table. That was the Saturday all heck broke loose with the Kansas weather so I was stuck glued to the television anyway. Getting my tackle bag in order was the only good that came from that day of severe weather.
As my kids and wife came into the room for the first time they had to take a step back. It looked like someone had robbed a bait store and dumped all the loot on the table. It was quite the mess and pile of stuff. I knew I'd be busy for at least an hour or so getting it organized and into a new bag with fully functional zippers (I'd used zip ties as handles on the other zippers when the finger-pulls broke).
Some of my fishing buddies and I give each other a hard time about the weight of our tackle bags so I was intent to reduce inventory. I've got one buddy who used to buy jigs every time he was at Cabela's, Bass Pro Shops and Wal Mart for that matter. A guy could get a hernia lifting his bag, but three mules could do it on a good day. I took out a bunch of jigs in various sizes I either no longer used or had several dozen. I put them in a Zip Lock bag, weighed them and sent him a text message asking for forgiveness but crowing that my crappie gear was now 2 1/2 pounds lighter! It was a start.
It wasn't long and I had nice, new boxes crammed full of all the goodies any good crappie angler should have on hand. It didn't matter what color they were biting on chances are I'd have at least one extra, or three bags more for that matter.
But it got organized and that's always a good thing. I can actually find things. But don't worry, it won't last too long and one day about a year from now I'll be back at it on my dining room table.
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