Spooled: A Fishing Blog

I think that everyone who regularly fishes has a local pond that they stake claim to as their own, unless they live in an area so incredibly amazing that there is no need for one (here's to you, my friends in the Florida Keys). In most places, these small ponds never really truly theirs, as these urban fishing holes are typically situated in metropolitan or suburban areas. However, when you fish a local haunt regularly and become familiar with the landscape, wildlife, and techniques that consistently produce fish you develop a different relationship with the pond. You begin to become much more involved with the health of the ecosystem, refraining from keeping wild fish and taking the time to clean up litter and dispose that of your own properly. You'll find yourself frequenting the lake just to get a few casts in or try some new techniques, not particularly caring whether you catch anything or not because you know that you'll always be able to come back and tr

As a general rule, I hate puns. However, I couldn't resist the one above. It's actually quite surprising that I haven't thought of it before now, especially when one considers the number of sturgeon fishing posts and reports that I have done in the last couple years. I actually hadn't targeted these prehistoric Polaris missiles since last November, as I have been extremely busy with other endeavors and sturgeon fishing is tiring and very time consuming. Unless you're one of those guys who target them from shore, a sturgeon fishing trip is one of those things that takes all day and ends with you groaning in pain while lying face down in the mud back at the launch after spending eight hours fighting monstrous fish from a kayak. The other members of the band and I coordinated the beanie/flannel ratio to reach the perfect ratio of alternative douchebag and regular douchebag. The next morning I picked up Ethan, the same guy who participated in the yearbook mishap o