Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Small Streams and Big Fish


Yesterdays post on sneaking into the steel mill brought to mind another story about my brother. He has always been an angler and his specialty is finding fish where no one else would dare to fish mostly because no one would ever believe that fish would be in some places. One such place was inside the gates of the steel mill.


There was a brook that ran through the mill property. It was a shallow brook, but there was one spot that had been dug out to be a little deeper and wider. They used the dredge spoils to back-fill around a large culvert pipe that they put in slightly up stream. The culvert supported a rail track.

When my brother discovered this dredged out area, the banks had been overgrown and the only access to fish this hole was from sitting atop the culvert pipe. The hole was maybe fifteen feet wide and thirty feet long and maybe six feet deep. The water was muddy and murky.

I remember the first time he took me there; I thought “What the hell is this?” We baited our hooks and I expected nothing, but within minutes the line was pealing from my reel. I worked and worked for nearly a half hour trying to reel the leviathan in. Finally I landed the largest carp I had ever seen. It must have been close to twenty pounds. This little hole was loaded with large carp.

We usually caught and released the fish, however we always brought some home when my father started his tomato garden every year. We would bury a carp under each plant and those tomato plants grew larger and greener than any other plants in town.

After fishing with my brother I look at every pool of water differently. I’ve seen small springs that widen to a small pool where I’ve caught legal size trout. There are so many fishing spots that are overlooked because they are small, but that is where one can find true adventure.

4 Comments:

Blogger Beth said...

My son knows all the wonderful and unlikely spots to catch fish on the lake. Now he's getting ticked off - others have caught on (so to speak) and are following his lead. He's going to have to move on...

5:49 AM  
Blogger darev2005 said...

When I was young(er) we moved into a place that had a small man made ornamental pond with a fountain in the back yard. The pump for the fountain had quit some time ago and when we moved in we decided to drain the pond to keep it from becoming a mosquito breeding ground. The thing barely held fifteen gallons of water. When I started bailing out the water I started catching catfish. There were ten catfish of varying sizes and two turtles living in that bitty pond! I put them in a bucket and took them over to the lake in the park down the street. I was just amazed when I hauled fish after fish out of that thing.

7:22 AM  
Blogger Bpaul said...

Great post. I can't count the hours and hours of fun I had fishing the local park pond I grew up near in the suburbs of Southern California. Little bits of 'nature' like that saved my bacon as a kid.

Bp

8:28 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Beth, it's real hard to hide a good spot on a lake.

Darev, my brother put some cat fish in the well where we lived. They lived in there for years.

Bpaul, funny how many good spots are out there that go unnoticed, especially by adults.

5:20 AM  

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