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, October 19, 2012
FANTASTIC FALL
I got a chance to meet an old friend, Eric Sher, and make a new one, Jeff Davis, for an afternoon of crappie fishing in Jeff's boat recently at Melvern Reservoir. Melvern is a crappie factory and there's plenty of man-made brush piles in the lake to find hungry fish. We met at the ramp at 1 p.m. and were off in search of big slabs. Light winds and seasonal temperatures promised a perfect day.
The bite was a bit slow and we hopped from pile to pile trying to find something more than the obligatory dinks offered in a plentiful crappie population. Running and gunning we managed to put the occasional keeper in the boat. Nothing huge, but all were 10-13 inches and size really doesn't matter much to me as they all look perfect frying to a golden brown in hot grease.
We had plenty of time to chat and I learned Jeff is a transplanted Cajun. He came here via the Army at Ft. Riley back in the early 1990s. After his 4-year commitment he decided to make Kansas his home to raise a family and enjoy all the Sunflower State had to offer outdoors. Crappie fishing is likely his favorite and he admits there's plenty of options near his home in eastern Kansas.
The day turned to evening and the fall colors on the surrounding hills were amplified with a gorgeous sunset. We watched the sun dip behind the horizon and the various hues of orange, yellow and red were spectacular as they stretched across the water and finally disappeared.
Jeff fired up his boat and we headed back to the ramp, commenting on what a wonderful day it had been. Fishing wasn't all that impressive, despite a dozen keepers that would feed my family a wonderful meal with fish sandwich leftovers. With results like that I can't call it slow by any stretch and we had enough action we never got bored. Spending time on the water on a perfect fall day is never boring to me anyway. Meeting new friends with the same interests is a bonus, too, as the Kansas outdoors is a wonderful place to be.
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