Why would anyone oppose fishing? Well, most groups, even the most radical, won't outright oppose fishing, but there are a handful of organizations that are a threat to fishing through backdoor maneuvers.
1) Center for Biological Diversity This Tucson-based, lawsuit-centered group has twice petitioned the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency to ban the use of lead-based fishing tackle products. After a rejection in 2010, CBD filed a second petition in November 2011 requesting that the EPA again ban lead fishing tackle in all U.S. waters under the Toxic Substances Control Act (TSCA). This was again rejected with more tax dollars wasted because of CBD’s efforts.
When it comes to testing fishing tackle, there’s only one metric that matters, and that’s how well the rods and reels hold up under real-life fishing conditions. That’s why, for the past three years, Outdoor Life’s Fishing Tackle Test Team has convened at Cajun Fishing Adventures in Buras, Louisiana, home to some of the best fishing in the country.
In fishing, there are few guarantees, but at the mouth of the Mississippi River, we know we’ll catch fish—big fish, and lots of them. In the brackish water that courses through the marshes of southern Louisiana lives everything from redfish and largemouths to sea trout and giant black drum, and over four days of fishing, those finned foes put a beating on our test tackle.
Numbers intrigue me. I’m told the earth is 93 million miles from the sun. Now that’s a big number. However, it pales in comparison to our national debt of more than $15 trillion. I have a buddy who has been married fives times (twice to the same woman). It turns out a baker’s “dozen” is really 13.
Sometimes, numbers escape folks — not everyone is a “mathlete.” Two Missouri bowfishermen had a close brush with mathematics in March. Ben Fraley and David Warren, both of Sikeston, were bowfishing at the Missouri Duck Creek Conservation Area when they managed to arrow two state-record bowfins just minutes apart.
For 2012, Heddon has redesigned the Zara Spook to create the Chug’n Spook. The Zara Spook has been a mainstay of fishermen everywhere for decades. It’s safe to say that literally millions of fish have fallen to the bait’s mesmerizing cadence as it “walks-the-dog.” Fishermen blessed with the ability to rhythmically slosh and slurp this topwater bait are guaranteed crowded live wells and heavy stringers.
The fish, caught by Robert Pedigo, is a good 20 pounds heavier than the current yellowfin record, but it won't qualify with the IGFA because another fisherman touched the rod while Pedigo was fighting the fish.
Joe Pitruzello of Northeast Taxidermy explains how to measure a fish when you want to get a replica mount made. Follow these steps when you catch a wallhanger this summer but decide to catch and release ...
I recall a time, years ago, when braided line was making a comeback. I was fishing tournaments in Florida and my partner showed up to one with the hideous stuff spooled up on one of his rods. Being the purist I am, I pitched a fit until he promised not to use that rod. You see, for me, braids were way too visible to the fish. Nothing but the most desperate fish suffering from hyperopia (far-sightedness) were going to bite if they could see that god-awful “rope.”
I’m no stranger to braided lines. I was introduced to them long ago as a youngster. My first baitcaster was an old Pflueger Akron level wind, with a thick-leather thumbing pad. That ugly duckling was spooled with the most heinous jet-black Dacron I’d ever seen.
Hordes of us bass aficionados have turned to finesse fishing in recent years. It’s the fashionable thing to be doing after all. We pitch, skip, skid, plop, twitch, flick, and flutter little morsel-sized baits on pixie-sized lines with itty-bitty weights. And I’m sure we look good doing it.
As a young tot, a crusty old timer once pulled me aside and confided in me, “you wanna catch big bass son—you gotta throw’em big baits.” Starry-eyed and mesmerized with this spiritual enlightenment, I nodded and stammered, “Yes sir, big baits, big fish.” While my ears were listening, my heart was never really swayed.
The fishing world lost one of its most popular personalities late last week when Spanish Fly host Jose Wejebe died in a plane crash shortly after takeoff from Everglade Airpark in Florida. Wejebe, 54, was the sole occupant of the homebuilt single-engine plane.
The Cuban-born Wejebe was a colorful and popular personality in the fishing community and the host of Spanish Fly since 1995. He is survived by his 28-year-old daughter Kristin. Outdoor Life sends its deepest condolences to the Wejebe family.