Finally its here! Episode one of KBF unleashed! Follow along as we chase mid summer hybrids on deep drop offs on Boone Lake!

Check out this cool video from my most recent trip to Jupiter FL.

Guns and Booze oh’ and fishing

Posted: August 30, 2011 by Jeremy Meier in Fishing - Freshwater, General, Jeremy Meier

This past weekend was busy. We played hard Saturday and then Sunday it was back to work with only one day off. We met up with some friends Saturday morning and headed to the range.  It’s been a while since either one of had shot. We used to have date nights when I would come home from working 8 days out of state, and we would go to the range shoot around 100 to 200 rounds each, and then go eat.

We got to the range around 9am, there were about 12 stalls and it is a clean facility. There were four of us, and only 3 other people
shooting. We got set up, and had 3 stalls with 4 to 5 weapons in each stall. I’m an automatic guy so in my stall I had all automatics with 1 – 9mm, 1 – .40 S&W, and 2 – .45’s. Sarah’s stall had mostly revolvers, and a few automatics 2 – .357’s, 2 –  .44’s, 3 – .38 Special’s, and the 3rd stall had a  45 Long Colt, 2 – .22cal revolver,.22 automatic, and .38 Special.

I started out a little sloppy, and within 1 magazine I was putting up some tight groups. The Kimber has laser sight, and it was tough to get used to when shooting over 50’, but 50’ and under the laser made it easier to fire rapidly, and was very accurate. The size of the Kimber Ultra Carry was not friendly to my larger hands, it felt like I couldn’t get a comfortable grip with it. If I were shooting 30-50 rounds it would be ok, but if a full day at the range it would be different.  My favorite of all the gun was my old trusty Beretta FS96 Vertec .40 S&W after the 1st clip I was throwing tight groups up to 70’ as with the Kimber using open sights the same results. The Beretta just felt better in the hands. I would like to try a full size Kimber sometime. I did have about 5 rounds out of 150 or so from the Kimber jam and I think that was due to the magazine, and 2 jams from the Browning 1911 .45 ACP. There were no jams with the XD, or the Beretta the entire time.

Sarah mostly stuck to the revolvers, since she had never shot one, and I think she likes them better than the automatics. I don’t know which her favorite was, but it was between the 45 Long Colt, and one of the .38 Specials. Sarah was shooting really well with all the guns.  She mostly shot between the 15’-40’ range.

After the range we had a great lunch, and then off to browsing the furniture stores, and then to restock the wine rack, burbon cabinet, and pick up a bottle of Calvados. By this time it’s around 3pm and “Chris” a buddy of ours calls and says “hey you wanna go fishing”. I was kinda hesitant because I knew we would be out late, but Sarah was game so I said ok. We rushed home, and started getting the gear ready. We were on the road by 5:30pm, and on the water by around 7pm.

The fishing was slow, there was some surface activity looked to be carp, buffalo, or trout (sucking bugs off the surface). I worked
jerkbaits for a good while, and then caught one skipjack. Chris arrived just before dark, and we started fishing again. I picked up an 18” Walleye right off the bat, and then nothing from nobody for about 2 hours, and then I found a bunch of walleye, about every other cast I picked up a walleye, but they were much smaller around 13”-14”. We fished until about 11pm, with not much more luck, so we headed out because I had to work 7am Sunday morning.

It was a great day with some great friends, and that’s what I like the most just spending time with good people.

As all fisherman know you have great days and you have bad days. You got to know how to prepare yourself for the best and the worst. If you plan a trip and invest some money be aware your fishing, things can go either way. Neal and I have been lucky enough to take a few beach trips from time to time. We knocked it out of the park on both the first trips to Destin. This year we experience the lows of fishing in Destin with two weeks of nothing but sharks. We were pretty down. When we planned our latest trip to Pompano Beach we went down knowing we were swinging for the fence. Plan was to catch our first sail from a kayak. We knew were looking for just one fish and things may get tough. We didn’t see things being as tough as it was. Spending the first two days preparing for the first Extreme Kayak Tournament, we didn’t get a chance to fish much. We found bait, checked out the launch, and figured out the currents. Yet to have a fish in the boat we launched Saturday morning on the 20th along side 60 other yakers. We trolled the best baits all day and did everything right…no luck! We thought we were doing something seriously wrong, but weigh in proved otherwise. 3 fish were weighed in out of 60 boats. First place was a 28lb king, second 9lb mutton snapper, and third a 6lb blackfin.

All in all the tournament was a blast, met a lot of new fisherman and I am sure Ill be fishing with some of them in future. Joe did a great job with the tournament and captains meeting! I have to say the greatest part was the safety boat from The safety boat checked on us atleast six times giving us water and making sure everything was ok. Never felt safer in 2-4 foot swells with ripping current before. An hour into the tournament a fellow angler flip his boat and began to take on water. Over a mile offshore we couldn’t do much to help, but the safety boat arrived quickly and helped him from the water. Hated seeing the guy flip and lose some gear, but thanks to great tournament planning he was in great hands the whole time.

With a day and half left of fishing we decided to change gears. Grabbing our bass rods we headed for Miami to take on some Peacocks. I had battled them earlier in the year and caught a few small fish. This time I was hoping for a decent fish with great colors…we didn’t slay them, but I did manage to get the fish I was looking for!

On the last day we decided to head home early, but not without one last shot at some florida fishing. Brian Nelli with Pushin’ Water Kayak Charters a fellow team mate on was fishing in the offshore tournament and had recommend some inshore fishing. He agreed to take us out after some snook, trout, reds, and flounder. He was freaking awesome not just telling us to fish this flat or those mangroves, but telling us exactly which breaks and drop offs to hit. A very detailed and educated guide, Brain, put us on the fish. We knew the fish were there, but struggled to get bites. Brian quickly landed a nice trout and lost another bigger fish. I had some blow ups, but failed to hook up. As the sun came up above the mangroves we changed tactics to flipping the edges of mangroves. Looking for snook or reds we worked our way around the flats. As Brian points out a nice point between two mangrove patches, I flipped my DOA Terror Eyz silver glitter with black back right on the point, before I even turned a crank on the reel I felt a fish smash the DOA. Setting the hook I felt and odd tug back. I had know idea what this fish was I knew based on the fight it couldn’t be a redfish or snook. He was dogging me down trying to stay on the bottom. Then I saw him, a nice flounder! I was stoked. This was a fish I didn’t really expect to catch, but really hoped to find. This nice 17inch flounder is a first from the kayak for me!

Cutting the trip short we took out and had lunch with Brian before hitting the road.

If you ever interested in fishing Florida I highly recommend Brian! Great guy, very professional, and one amazing fisherman!

Brian Nelli
Pushin’ Water Kayak Charters

A Trip Back Home

Posted: August 23, 2011 by Jeremy Meier in Fishing - Freshwater, Jeremy Meier

A trip back home to Indiana was long overdue, it was also my nephew’s 2nd birthday. I missed the 1st one due to work, but this one I was gonna make. I had everything loaded up Thursday night ready to hit the road Friday after work.

Friday I met Sarah at her work, and we headed north around 5pm, making good time right around 3 hours with rush hour a loaded down truck, and 3 kayaks on the trailer. We unloaded some of the truck upon arrival, and visited with mom, and then I was off to meet up with Sarah’s brother to do some fishing. We got on the water after 11pm and started fishing for bass with artificials, and catfish with bluegill. After about 2 hours I got tired of no action so luckily I had my step-father Tim pick me up a couple frog gigs before I came up Friday.

I figured I might be rusty, and was expecting some misses, but I went 4 for 4. As it got later the fog got heavier and made it more
difficult. I called Kyler over to take a shot at it since he never gigged before. He ended up going 1 for 4 or 5, but I think he enjoyed it, and learned a lot from it. We headed back to the truck to load up and clean some frogs.
1st Frog of the night, and 1st frog in 10 years.
Before the cleaning begins

Saturday morning Sarah and I got up, and met Kyler at the same strip pit. We paddled to the back and then drug the kayaks and gear for about 150yds thru chest high weeds,  ruts and slightly uphill to another pit. On Sarah’s 2nd cast she snapped her G. Loomis spinning rod in half, a clean break. Kyler was the first to pick up a fish and then Sarah (both small largemouth). Then Kyler lands an 18” largemouth on a Bombshell Turtle, then Sarah fires back with another dink. I’m thinking to myself you gotta be kidding me I can’t be skunked. Then I pick up a decent crappie on a spinnerbait, and a small largemouth on a shallow crank. Kyler then looses a 5lb largemouth to a knot slipping. It starts to get hot and the fishing comes to a stop.
The drag to the pit after the 1st paddle
Sarah's now 2 piece G. Loomis

We paddle, drag, and paddle again back to the truck and load up.

My sister Jessica showed up at mom and Tim’s right around the same time Sarah and I got in from fishing. Jessica fried up the legs, and they were really good. It has probably been 10 years since I had had fresh frog legs.

We went to my nephew’s birthday party, and had a good time, and then just hung out with family the rest of Saturday night, and
all day Sunday, and come home Sunday night.

Overall it was a great trip, and the Jackson Coosa’s performed double duty as a great fishing, and frog gigging platform.

Sarah and I have wanted to fish with Ben Adrien in his home waters of East Tennessee since last year when we fished with him at the SOHO River Raid in Kingsport, Tennessee where Sarah caught her first and personal best Smallmouth Bass.
Last week was rough at work. I hadn’t had a day off in weeks and was far overdue, so I took Friday off work and headed east early. I did a quick evening float picking up 5 or 6 smallmouth all in the 15” range off the fly rod. It was a pleasant surprise seeing Ben at the takeout to shuttle me back to my vehicle.
Smallmouth on the Fly
After getting checked into the Doubletree/Hilton I got cleaned up in time for Sarah to meet me at the bar to pick up the pizza and take back to the room to eat a late dinner. We made arrangements to meet up with Ben outside our hotel at 5am Saturday morning to try to put Sarah on her first Striped Bass, and hopefully my personal best.
Ben was right on-time, and we promptly headed to Boone Lake, on the water just before daylight, and paddled about 3/4 mile then Ben gave us each some planer boards, and instructed us how to use them. We deployed our baits, and Ben pointed out the path that we needed to paddle. We pulled baits for a good hour and nothing was happening so we moved down the lake a little to another spot. We deployed the baits again and not 15 minutes into pulling one of my baits gets slammed and I pick up the rod from theRam Revolution rod holder and the fish was on. This was a quick fight maybe 3 minutes and after being weighed on the Boga Grips and getting a few pictures he was immediately released this one weighed 12lbs.
12lb Striped Bass
This was not my personal best and so I grabbed bait and began pulling again and not 5 minutes later another fish is hooked up this one took a little longer to land and he weighed in at 19lbs, and was very close to my personal best. After getting a couple pictures I paddled back to just above where I had hooked the previous one, and started pulling one bait on a board I was about 20 yards from the bank and paddled past where I had hooked the previous two, and kept paddling several hundred yards. I was getting disappointed and turned to look at my planer board and it seemed to just come off so I reeled in and bait was still there and frisky. I put the board back on and started pulling again and not 10ft later the board came off again. I started getting frustrated after putting the board back on and started pulling again. Another 10ft and the board comes loose the rod doubles over, and the fish starts to pull and he’s not stopping. He continues to pull me about 4MPH and Ben is paddling trying to keep up. The fish turns and takes me toward some trees near the bank so I hold the rod with my left hand and take my paddle with my right hand to put more pressure on the fish. After applying more pressure the fish turns and heads up lake still pulling me at about 4MPH. The fish is now zig zagging the cove, and I’m reeling myself to him, and whenever I gain ground the fish takes off on a blistering run. Once I get the fish within about 20ft he surfaces, and I can see just how big he is, and at this time I know he is my personal best. Now all I can think is the line breaking, or the hook that I can see in the corner of his mouth pulling free. All this is running thru my head, and I’m able to get him right next to the kayak and get the Boga’s on his lower lip. I start pulling him out of the water and run out of arm due to him being so long so I take to my feet and finish pulling him from the water. I hold him up to get a good weight and 21lbs. I’m so excited and pull the hook out of the corner of his jaw. Earlier I thought about the hook pulling out well I shouldn’t have worried because that 7/0 Gamakatsu Circle hook was buttoned up tight. We got a few pictures, and I got him back in the water quickly and took about 4 minutes to properly revive him before releasing, and watching him swim off gracefully.
21lb Striped Bass
Sarah was still pulling baits with no takers she was a trooper never giving up paddling for miles. Ben and I followed her around hoping to watch her hook up with a monster. About 11:30am we gave up, and decided to pack it up and eat some lunch. While eating lunch at a great Greek restaurant we decided to do a 12 mile float so Sarah could catch her first Brown Trout. We hung out at the restaurant for a while before heading to the river. Once we got to the river and waited for the water levels to get up so we could start our float. We paddled out to the main pool and paddled facing current; I’m sure the wader guys thought we were crazy being there in such strong current and big rocks, and drops strategically placed among the river. There were three older gentlemen on the bank just looking at us and I could just read their minds. My muscles were warming up nicely from the constant paddling, and then Ben nods his head and we just stop paddling and place one blade straight down and we all spin around like a top and start floating down stream. I would say it was around 1pm or 1:30pm when we started this float. The water was very cold, and air temps were in the low to mid 90’s and with the rocks and swift water it was intimidating at first. Ben was on his feet in seconds throwing the jerkbait in rapid succession working over the tops, and edges of the grass beds always looking for the next place to cast before his prior retrieve was finished. You could see the determination on his face the entire time. Ben was coaching Sarah on how to work a jerkbait, while standing, catching, and releasing fish himself, while also letting us know what to expect up ahead.
ben standing while floating swiftly down the river
Ben is pointing out fish, and by this time I’ve lost 3 Lucky Craft Jerkbaits, and have only one 10” Brown Trout to show for it. Sarah switches baits to a special jerkbait that Ben let her use, and lands her first Brown. We keep floating, and I finally get tired of not seeing fish so I swallow that knot in my throat and proceed to stand myself, and watching trout dart in and out of the grass. I’m keeping an eye on Ben to be sure that I follow his path and stay in safe areas. I pick up a few more Brown Trout along the float I think 5 maybe 6 total with the biggest being 2lbs. I watched Ben catch several that were at least 3lbs and he may have caught some larger, as I watched him lose some very nice fish. We finished the float and switched tactics back to Striper to get Sarah on her first. We trolled baits again for about 2 miles Stripers, and couldn’t find any and it was getting dark so we decided to call it a day. We packed up and got back to the hotel around 9 or 9:30pm, in time to get cleaned up for dinner. We all 3 had a good dinner and some adult beverages and talked about the great day we had. Sarah was falling asleep in the booth, so Ben and I finalized our plans to fish in the am. I wore my Columbia Terminal Tackle Long Sleeve shirt all day, it kept me cool and protected from the sun. I never felt stuffy, or clammy the entire day even when the temperatures reached almost 90º F. It was nice because I didn’t have to apply greasy/oily sun block my skin isn’t red the next day, and my skin isn’t peeling two days later. The quality or the materials and craftsmanship are excellent.

We met up at 830am, and once we got to the river it was pouring, very windy, and lightening, so we decided it would be best for me to get on the road home. This was a trip I will not soon forget. It’s pleasure fishing with Ben, and always looking forward to the next time. I’m always learning new tips, and tricks, and he is just a great person to be around.
Now to plan the next trip for Sarah’s first striper.

Ben coaching Sarah on how to use planer boards and proper rigging

Sarah's first Brown Trout

The RAM Revolution rod holder worked great, this is the first time using them striper fishing. The Aluminum holds up very well under the stress of a big striper, and the infinite number of angles you are able to adjust to depending on if you need a low or high angle and everything in between is great.

Saturday July 30th 2011

Boone Lake, TN – I pull up to the boat ramp at Boone Lake about 615pm to see a line of boats loaded with the top of the line tackle, electronics, and off course most ha 250 HP pushing them. A little intimidated and not knowing any of the guys. I went paid my entry an told the guy what I was going to be doing. At 700pm the tournament started and one by one I watched 27 boats take off. The tournament was a 3 fish limit per boat. Almost all the boats had a two man team fishing that night. As I watched all the boats round the bend out of sight I made my way to my first spot about a quarter mile up the lake. I arrived there and began throwing a bandit crank bait. On my fifth cast BAM! Fish on! All the pressure and nerves were eased when I land my first keeper of the night. At 15 inches he barely qualified, but on Boone Lake any keeper fish is a great fish! I quickly filled my Mad Frog Gear Fish Hooper and place the bass in the tank. I quickly got back to fishing. I focused on a 12 foot channel between the bank and a flat throwing cranks, lipless cranks, and spinnerbaits. As it got dark I began switching tactics. Without a bite in the last two hours I decided to move. I switched over to the main channel side of the flat were the channel met a rock bluff. Fishing in 10-20 feet of water I worked a black culprit worm 7 inches long really really really slow! It wasnt long before I felt a tick on the end of my line. I set the hook and watched as a a tiny little fish came flying out of the water….not quite what I was looking for, but a good sign. I kept working my way down the bluff and it wasn’t five minutes later and I felt another tick. Setting the hook I felt a nice resistance, this time I knew it wasn’t going to be a dink. The fish came up to the surface and I had my second keeper of the tournament. Just one more fish and I would have a really good shot at doing well. It was about midnight at this point and I had two hours left to find a kicker. With 3lbs of fish in the tank I knew that one quality fish would put me in the top five and maybe the money. So I decided to make the 30 minute paddle towards weigh in so I could fish up till the last minute. A got to another bluff just down the lake from the boat ramp and began working the black culprit in tight on the bank. Thirty minutes went by not a bite. Knowing I only had an hour left I started to think my luck was running dry. I came to a nice rocky point with a dock light casting across it. I saw some shad working under the light and figured surely there is a bass laying around here. I flip in under a tree. Pulling the bait along the bottom feeling…rock, rock, rock, tick! Fish on! I set the hook and instantly the fish strips of drag. Diving down deep I battled to keep the fish out of the rocks. Finally I turned the fish and he came racing up to the surface launching himself from the water. I couldn’t make out the size of the fish in the moonlight, but knew this was the kicker I was after. The battled seemed to last forever, but was really less than a minute or two. As I netted the fish I began to realize I had a good shot at top 5. I quickly got him in the tank worried I would lose him and didn’t even take the time to weigh him. I continued to fish my way back without another bite. With the fish in the tank including one nice one I was pleased with myself and content with the night regardless to what was going to happen at weigh in. I watched as boats came roaring in full speed to make it at the last moment. I weighed in with a little over 6 lbs and my big fish was a little over 3 lbs. I watched as other teams came in and I continued to stay in the top two. Boat after boat came in empty handed. With one boat left I was sitting third and had biggest fish. I watched as the guy lifted two nice keepers out of his bag, but nothing big yet. Then I saw it he hoisted a nice 4 lb largemouth from his bag knocking me to fourth one spot out of the money and taking my big fish honors. 4th place out of 28 teams was very pleasing and man it was a blast. The guys responded to the kayak very well for the most part and a lot seemed very interested in the sport.   All in all it was a blast and I will be back out there with the glitter rockets again.

A big thanks is owed to Mad Frog Gear! The Fish Hooper is one incredible product! Any angler should have one. For both live bait and tournament fishing it is a great solution to keeping your fishing in the best condition. I used just a power bubbles and it kept my fish alive wonderfully well. My fish came out of the tank at weigh in kicking and screaming more so than a lot of the power boats. A lot of the anglers took more interest in my live well more so that the kayak!

School of Grass!

Posted: July 19, 2011 by RiverCrawler in Fishing - Freshwater, General, Habitat Information, Hunter King

Frog on a Pad

Many lakes across America have grasses that are bass magnets!
Kissimmee grass from Florida, Milfoil most commonly found on the Tennessee
River, Lilly Pads from all over the country, and the many grasses of the California
and Louisiana Delta.

The grasses start growing in spring and are hot beds for
spawning fish when the grass reaches a few inches in height. The few weeks after
the fish continue to stay in the grass eating the spawning shad and bream.  Then summer comes in with blistering heat and
bass do not posses tower fans or air conditioner to cool themselves off so
they plummet to the depths of the lake in search of cold water.

A thick mixture of Grass and Pads!

During this time the grass grows like wildfire until it
reaches the surface and begins to create a mat. Some grasses protrude from the
water and keep growing but still creating a mat at the surface.

Finally it is late summer and the bass begin to migrate from
ledge to grass and then from the grass back to the ledge. This happens for some
time because the fish are acclimatizing themselves to the temperature changes.
This is when you can chase schools of fish all day because once they find shad
on the move from ledge to grass they get their fill. Bass do not become fully committed
to the grass until the shad and bream do. So this is another reason for the
moving in-between the two.

The grass mat offers cover from the sun to all the fish so
they slowly move into the cool water under the mat. Once the fish are in the
mat they intend to stay through fall and well into winter.

4 Pounder pulled from the grass!

The bass stay through the winter because the once cold water
hidden under the grass becomes warm water because of the rotting vegetation.
This gives the fish cover and food for the coming months because bait fish will
eat the vegetation and the bass will feed of the bait fish, they will also feed
of rodents and frogs.

Defiantly hooked that one!

When the fish move into grass mats is takes some time before
they make it deep into the mats. So it is best to start fishing a bunch of
edges until you find a bed with some fish on the edge and move further in for
more fish. And as time progresses the fish move further in as new ones move to
the edges.

There are many ways to fish a mat; on top, under the
surface, and on the edges. All are easy and all are productive. When hitting
the top the easiest is to throw an assortment of frogs and rodents and wait for
that big explosion. Flipping jigs into open holes to reach under the mat is one
way of fishing the underside, but another way to do this is using a punch
system to punch your lure through the thicker the grass. I firmly believe the
thicker the mat the bigger the fish. The most common tactic for edge fishing is
the grip-n-rip. This is a simple tactic, get an assortment of spinner baits,
rattle baits and crank baits and cast along the edge hitting the grass rip it
free when it gets hung up, and make sure you have a good grip on your rod
because when a fish hits it he will hit hard enough to jerk the rod away from
you. Another productive grass rig is the Carolina rig and large worms and
lizards in the ten to twelve inch range.

Fishing way before the sun comes up on a edge!

Grass is a very important habitat for many species of fish.
Grass mats are essentially their own ecosystem inside a lake ecosystem. I
believe these mats should be protected like some sea grasses. I also hope one
day that home owner will discontinue the spraying of their docks and killing of

Disclaimer: This article was written by me, Hunter King, a
17 year old student with a passion for fishing. I gathered this information
over the years from personal experience and having connections to many other
bass fishermen and biologist. I plan attend college for a degree in Fisheries Management
and further my knowledge in fish habitat. If you disagree with my “School Of
Bass Article”, feel free to say so but this is what I have learned and one of
my interests I will research with my degree. Thanks for reading.

Tyler “Hokiefisherman” cashes in big time with his guide trip he won on!

On July 17th Tyler and I set out in quest for monster striped bass. Though the true trophy striped bass didn’t show up, Tyler was in for something of equal greatness.

We got off to a slow start with only one bite between daylight and 9:30am. We trolled through a rumored hot spot without any sign of fish. So picking up and moving up stream towards colder water we tried again. A week ago we had them located in a deep hole near the river. As we deployed lines Tyler quickly learned how fast stripers can strike. Before he even got both lines out the left rod was doubled over. As fast as the striper showed up he disappeared. Though disappointment set it, it also provided us with a piece to the puzzle.

We continued to troll the area with nothing more than a few nervous baits. As the sun began to rise we worked our way back down stream hitting ever possible spot. With time running out I resorted to a spot that had produced earlier this summer and in the past when the bite was slow. Before we even get to the exact location the outside line doubles over and Tyler is off to the races. It was like hand to hand combat as the fish resorted to diving down under the boat rather than making a long run. Finally Tyler brought the fish to the surface ….

just in time to see his other line get jerked under. An odd strike that just didn’t seem right. Tyler set the hooked and the fish retaliated by leaping from the water. We both instantly knew this was a special bonus! I struggled to gain control of the striper as Tyler battled what appeared to be a large bass. After a few moments we confirmed it was indeed a large bass. What we didn’t realize was how large! Even after pictures we didn’t realize the true size of this Tennessee lunker. Quickly throwing the fish down on a board Tyler said ah he is 22 inches or so. I reached over and snapped a picture of the fish on the board which later revealed the true size! The fish is atleast 23 inches long and 8lbs making it the biggest Laremouth I have personally seen in the Volunteer state. Congrats Tyler on a citation laremouth and for succesfully releasing the fish for someone else to catch!

With a little bit of time left before having to get off the water we set baits one last time. The day wasn’t over just yet as Tyler had one more fish to battle. As his planar board dives under water he set the hook perfectly and the sleigh ride is on. Dragging him towards the middle of the lake I can tell this fish is little better. Granted not the twenty to thirty pound fish we were after, but a respectable personal best striped bass at sixteen pounds!

We fished well into darkness.

This weekend I had the opportunity to take a young woman by the name of Mattie Hamby-Scott on the chase for her first fish! We spent the first day learning to use the rod and reel as well as the lure of choice, a Headdon torpedo. We spent a few hours down by my house in a creek I knew very well just for her to get a feel of wading and fishing.We were fish less that day but Mattie had gotten a bite from a small bass or bream and was excited to get up and go the next day!

The next day I picked her up and we started in the same creek as the day before, but in a different location. After wading up for about an hour we had no bites nor any sign of fish in the area. So we moved three or four miles up the river and got back in the water on some deeper holes.
We got to the next spot and I made my first cast near the bridge and missed a nice one. So I quickly directed her to throw in the same spot and real the lure out slowly. On the first Handel turn the torpedo sank under the water and the fish exploded through the surface with the plug hanging in its mouth. The bass then darted for the trees and got tangled. I had her to put the rod under the water and the fish became dislodged and headed for open water. After this the bass put on a great aerial display going air born four times in about 15  seconds.

The face says "ewww! What do I do with it?"

The smile says it all! She is hooked for good!

Finally the fish was in my hand and she had landed her first fish. At first she had no idea what to do with it and was scared to grab hold of the bass, but once I got control of the fish she was ready to hold it. The large mouth was around 16 inches long and weighed around two and a half pounds. A very good fish for her first fish and I knew she was hooked from then on
 I had to convince her to let the bass go, and reluctantly she did. I taught her how to revive the bass and let it go properly with out harm and when I turned the fish back to her for release I forgot to warn her the bass would bite down on her finger. When the bass bit down she let go and let our a squeal and the bass quickly swam off.

"Hey it bit me!"

It had been a good day on the water and after this fish Mattie was too tired to go on. So she sat down in a small shoal and said
“I am done for the day, I’m gonna be a mermaid!”
So we rested and then left out to post the pictures of her first fish on facebook as soon as we could!
I know after her first fish experience she is going to be bass fishing for a long long time. And she will catch many more fish!