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, May 11, 2012
WHO SAYS CORKS ARE FOR SISSIES?
I rarely fish Milford so we were hunting for some likely looking crappie spots. I found several brush piles and while we caught a few on these piles we found no concentrations of crappie to bite. So we started pitching jigs to a rocky bank and dipping in and around stick-ups. My middle-of-the-boat buddy caught a monstrous crappie dropping a jig next to a submerged tree and our day was looking up. My back-of-the-boat friend strapped on a bobber the size of a beach ball and started pitching his jig there, too. He followed suit catching several BIG crappie. The game was on.
One little stretch we worked yielded a bunch of nice slabs with most averaging about 1 1/4-pounds. Real bruisers, fun to catch and colored as vividly as an impressive painting the fish wasted no time whacking the jig causing the bobber to twitch or go completely under. Without the bobber the jigs would have been snagged more often than not. It also allowed a real SLOW retrieve which seemed critical as well.
So don't overlook the ol' bobber. It can save the day in a pinch and makes fishing a jig more effective in certain situations. A bobber is also deadly for walleye at times. But that's a story for another day!
Good fishing!
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