Combat fishing. Sounds pretty cool, and it does often result in high catch rates, but man it looks awful. Combat fishing is setting up a large group of fishermen on both sides of a river, spacing them no more then 10 feet apart. I guess the idea is that with all this pressure, some one has gotta catch a fish. It goes against one of the things I love most about fishing, seclusion. I always avoid fishing where other people are!
The Chinook Salmon make their 20th annual return to their spawning grounds. These waters are now fed by a sewage treatment plant, but the story behind it all might surprise you…
In the 1980s the wastewater treatment plant went online, plant operations manager Peter spotted Chinook Salmon jumping over a break wall at the plant like you see them shooting up mountain streams in the pacific northwest. If their destination doesn’t seem hazardous enough, in order to make their migration from Lake Michigan they must travel through shipping canals that bisect oil and steel factories, a 700 foot stream that starts at the outflow pipe, and shooting up a 200 foot high drain pipe that churns out more than 15 million gallons of water a day.
Once in side the plant, they laid eggs, which hatched into fingerling that feed on microscopic daphnia - another creature known for dying off quickly when exposed to toxins - then grow and eventually leave the plant for Lake Michigan only to return years later to this very spot where they will spawn a new generation of Chinook.
Baranyai, who started out shoveling sludge as a laborer more than 30 years ago, said watching the annual circle of life unfold in the unlikely environment has made him into a naturalist.
A salmon over 50 pounds is considered to be huge, but an 80+ pound salmon is simply monstrous! Hopefully this old salmon had plenty of opportunities to pass on its incredible genetic traits before it died.
“I have counted tens of thousands of salmon during my career, and this is the biggest I have ever seen,” Killam said. “When alive, it could have weighed more than the largest Chinook officially recorded in California, an 88-pound fish caught in the Sacramento River.”
In case you didn’t notice, I have a beard. I also catch a lot of big fish. Obviously bearded people catch the biggest fish. Think I’m lying? How do you explain this picture then?
I dug up a few old fishing photos recently, so I figured it would be a good idea to take a look back at the history of Fishing Fury. I’ve been very lucky my entire life to be surrounded by fishermen, both friends and family. When I was 10 or eleven we spent some time in British Columbia visiting my favorite uncle, my uncle Stephen. We spent several hours out at sea and he introduced me to salmon fishing.
I can still remember the excitement of being out on the ocean and hooking into my first salmon. We were trolling cut herring behind the boat and one of the reels started screaming, my uncle grabbed the rod without hesitation and set the hook and handed me the rod. I grabbed the reel just in time to experience the truly awesome power of a Pacific salmon. It felt like the a hundred yards of line had been torn off the reel in the blink of an eye, and despite holding on for dear life, my little hand couldn’t keep up with the mighty fish and before I knew it, the spool had back lashed. My uncle came to the rescue and sorted out the line and we went home with a beauty salmon in the cooler.
We made several other trips, and me up with my uncle Terry for another adventure in which I caught my first shark and first sea bass. Once again tried my best to land a salmon on my own, but lost a big fish as it went under the boat. Sadly I never landed a salmon that trip either, but I took the opportunity to pose with this salmon my uncle Terry caught. I tried my best to smile for the photo, but I was heartbroken that I didn’t catch my own salmon. Oddly enough, I don’t think I have hooked into a salmon since that day.
Holy Cheese n crackers! This website has to be my new favourite, I check in on a daily basis now just to see the crazy n cool stuff you guys have goin on! A true top notch site! keep up all the hard work(if you could call it that)! When i get my hard drive fixed i'll start to upload some of my pics! Finally some passion for fishing!
Thanks a lot for the article.I've been living King/Strachan for 10 years and never heard about fishing on TO Islands.Can't wait untill May.To Andrew: e-mail me for the good spot to catch carp in Toronto,please.Thanks again to Jonathon and Clive.
That's the trouble right there, the finish on these Lures!...I started buying Rapala jointed and when i had a couple i just had to buy them in all the different finishes (Hot Perch, Perch, Walleye etc etc), i had so many in the end it was like i was collecting them to put in a glass case or something, i didn't dare use them, a Pike won't care if your Lure cost 5 quid or 30 quid, it's still gonna scratch all that fancy artwork/paintwork either way!...I sold all mine as a set on ebay in the end as i [...]
I have a friend whose cottage is on Lake Chemong, never fished in it although I've heard all the stories. I was walking in it this weekend past, paddled it too, with Alexander directing.....check out the Curve Lake Powwow sometime!!!!
I worked so hard this weekend, the shirt fell right offen me, so I need that shirt more than ANYONE else!
Love your site!
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I'm not much for a pithy comment, but I thought I'd leave a note about how honored I be to wear Kromer on my upcoming annual pheasant hunting trip to South Dakota.
I'm sure that my hunting buddies will joke about how silly I look while they wear their stylized broad brim hunting caps, but I'll be laughing on the inside as my head stays nice and warm. I'll be laughing al the more when the stiff South Dakota wind picks up and Kromer is staying put.
Finally, with the fall bite on, I know my new Kromer will call the [...]
Hi all,
I am Dick van Hattem. The men who caught this wonderfull pike in the Netherlands.
The pike was actualy 120 cm long, weight exactly 16.5 kilo's and was caught on a death perch on 10 meter deep water on 27 december 2000.
But now.... the photo was shopped for fun. I had a reading for a fishingclub and this was the last picture of the reading I had for 100 quest. Name of the picture.... I have a dream..... Everybode was laughing. Really funny, never claimed the world record. Because it is not by far.
http://www.metersnoeken.nl/inde x.php?option=com_content&task=s ection&id=13&Itemid=48 here you can find [...]