Gone fishin'
And that's where I was yesterday as we took the boat out for the first time in 2007.It was good. The fishing was sporadic at first, then it heated up and things got wild. We were catching wipers.
Wipers are the mule of the fishing world or the attempt by biologists to build a better fish. So far, they've been pretty darn successful as wipers are turning into one of the major game fish in Kansas. A wiper is a cross between a striped bass and a white bass as biologists take sperm from one species of fish and eggs from the other and grow new fish. They might be the most aggressive fish swimming in Kansas waters as they grow fast, fight hard and taste good. We were catching wipers that weighed between 4 and 6 pounds. A fish that size (20 inches) does pretty much whatever the hell it wants to or goes wherever the hell it wants. All we do is hang on and enjoy the ride.
What a ride it was! We quadrupled twice, once with where my father and I each had two fish on at the same time. The boat was drifting around because we had to stop to try to land these fish. Our livewell was full of fish. My hands and forearms are slightly sore from holding on and fighting the fish, along with the effort of cleaning the fish with a dull electric knife.
About 2 ish, we saw a cold air funnel. Not a funnel cloud, not a tornado, nothing dangerous, just a rareish weather thing. Of course, we didn't pay a lot of attention as the fish were biting. As we were catching the wipers, it kept getting darker and darker to the north. I had a watchful eye to the sky because I get no service on the water when it comes to my cell phone. After a short disucssion that consisted of "Wow, I think that's coming at us." "Yeah." "We should probably get out of here." "Yep," the four of us left. The water was sea green, which was lighter than the sky that was a color of dark, bluish, steely, gray that was very ominous. After we got loaded, and on the way home, it started to rain.
It was indeed a good day.
posted by Rusty @ 8:02 AM
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