Monday, April 30, 2012

Rick's Review:Bass Pro Shops® Johnny Morris® Carbon Black Bass Caster Low-Profile Baitcast Reel

I grew up with spinning reels and have always put the handle on the left side of the reel and worked the pole with my right hand so I would't have to switch hands on the pole. When I started to use bait casters I would borrow them from friends who always had "right handed" reels. This meant the reel handles were on the right forcing me to cast with my right hand and then switch the pole to my left to work my lure presentation which has always felt awkward to me. When it came time for me to buy my own bait caster I looked at the local shops, and the only reels they had were right handed reels so that is what I bought. Over the years I have learned how to control the rod with my left hand rather well, but it still feels awkward and I never stopped wondering if I would do better with a "left handed" reel.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012


I want to thank Brookfield Angler For the wonderful complements they gave to Devin's Fishing ReportsC.A.S.T. Crew, and myself on their blog. What an awesome welcome to the blogging world! and I cant wait to check out the other two blogs they recommended!

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Quail Hunting Scare

     Setting his shotgun against a branch, he rolls up his sleeves and pushes the wide brimmed mesh sided hat aside to wipe the sweat off of his brow. He is surprised at how quickly the cool of the morning gives way, and the sun turns into a heat lamp. The "dry heat" of Southern Arizona felt like a furnace even this far into the middle of October. It has been two hours since leaving the truck and he has not seen a quail yet. The only evidence that any one else exists out here are the occasional empty back packs, blankets, clothes, and garbage that the illegals seem to leave everywhere when they cross the border. He had heard about the border crossers, but can't shake the question of why people who have nothing would leave such a variety valuable items just laying out in the desert to rot.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

My First Quail Hunt

Last October my wife had to go out of town on business, and took our two kids with her leaving me with a whole weekend and very little to do. I don't get a lot of opportunity to go to a larger lake so fishing was the first thing I thought of, but I didn't want to go alone. Tim, my younger brother, is about half crazy, always fun to hang out with, and loves fishing almost as much as I do, so I called to see if he wanted to go down to Arivaca Lake with me. His response was "It's quail season, and those little buggers are making fun of my shooting skills. I was going up by Red Rock to go hunting, but you can come with me, if you want."

Monday, April 16, 2012

The Urban Fishing Addiction

There is nothing more intoxicating than the electric thrum surging though a fishing pole being whipped into a large arc as the hook is set on a huge whiskered channel cat taking the foul smelling dough ball at the end of the line, or the quick, soft, barely perceptible tick of a beady eyed bass sucking a well presented lure into its gaping maw as it is slowly bounced passed his hiding place. I can not remember a time when I did not love fishing, any kind of fishing, for any fish species. It doesn't matter when I go, where I go, who I go with, or how the weather is, I just want the opportunity to put a line out and try to coax one of those scaly little water breathers to take my bait. This is a difficult addiction to have in dusty valleys and water starved canyons of the Sonoran Desert in southern Arizona.
Not a bad size for a small urban lake. maybe 2lbs and 16" long.