Sugarpacket

Nice brown! just think you can eat it!

The carpescapade started out like any other we made our way down to our local stream with our corn and ultra lights in hand and casted out in our normal spot just a normal day. I was getting antsy and just about ready to leave when BBR landed his first monster clone of the day. After that I became bored of the idea of catching just carp and walked home and grabbed my friends car. By the time I got back BBR had landed another carp and a tropy brown. When I pulled up I spotted him staring at the clouds looking for bunnies drinking a nice thist quenching .... "Pepsi" Obviously the "Pepsi" Store was too tempting on such a hot day so I packed Splenda, the dog, the prego Skunkqueen and the Thirst quenched BBR up and headed to a less tempting and more species filled area. I casted out my ultra light decked with a nice fat worm and within two minutes tops I had a nicesized Bullhead on! Splenda posed with me. Not long after that I hooked into the WGSF and worked up a sweat and started peeling off the layers. Splenda follwed suit and took off his top to! After my heart racing adventures I turned to BBR and said I wish I could catch some sheephead or catfish and away my rod went I grabbed it up and set the hook into this litte kitty that faught like a lion. BBR hoping if he said he could just catch one monster carp that his wishes would be answered too. His rod started to fire off to, he grabbed it up and the fish ran, after a 20 sec to 30 sec fight he landed the beast and to his amazement it was a Mirror carp. The first one he has ever caught there. Not long after BBR showed me up by catching a kitty bigger than mine (not by much) It seems when I took off my shirt the fish stopped biting but when BBR took off his they bit harder and more frequent! Splenda went one step further than BBR and I and took off his pants in one last attempt to help mommy. Suprisingly enough it worked! As I reeled in BBR thought I had hooked another cat but to my excitement it was my new fave fish the sheephead! From now on to be called W2GSF the Worlds Second Greatest Sport Fish. Unfortunatly I didn't get a picture due to it wiggling out of my hands and back into the water but since I knew they were threr I started to target them and it wasn't long untill I had another one in my arms. This wan't as big as the first but still put a skip in my step. The time to go home was looming close by and we had just packed up and about to pull our rods up when BBR was getting hits like land mines going off. He did the Copyrited BBR and Sleded "uhhhh uh uh" Set the hook into this nice must be from Dunville carp. (no offense to residence from Dunville) When I first took the picture I thought BBR was just holding it funny untill I realized it actually had a bulge on its back. The poor thing must have gotten into a scrap or is just a reject. We released it to limp another day. That was our thrilling trip of the day I know we all had fun and well hopefully we are making those of you that think its "too cold" (GB) to get off your butts and onto some fish!!!

Over our gourmet breakfast of eggs and bacon a la muffin BBR and I discussed where we would strike today. After a long hard minute of thinking we decided Ocean Lisgar would be our next victim. So we called our chauffeur/Nanny and went down to our chosen destination. After discussing our tactics on the way BBR called GB to meets us and join in on the fun. We arrived, launched the Filth Hound at Port Water Park into Rowing Harbour headed for Fountain Bay and began our rein of terror. The fish must have sensed the doom and all headed for the cover. We stopped at Bobber Point and bit into a nice school of trophy size Black Crappies, the Bobber Point Crappie reach an average size of five inches in length it takes six pound test to its limits. Well you are checking out these trophy Crappie you are bound to come up against the rare but fierce Yellow Perch, these to are trophy size averaging 5-6 inches as well. If that wasn't enough to fill your angling excitement the mind blowing Blue Gill (though a tad smaller) will fill that little part of you and make you think "ah how joyous life is". We on the other hand had a mission, to strike fear in the heart and soul of every specie we saw. What brought us to the Foot Bridge Canal. As we made our way under the Bridge of Riding Sirens we heard that beautiful call, "no motorized boats" it sang and we laughed ahhhh. For the record a battery powered trolling motor is not under that restriction since all sirens have access to the internet. As we lost ourselves to that beautiful chanting BBR spotted our next species of prey, The CLONE aka the Common Carp. Now these rare beautes are nothing to look at but smart as a whip. No matter what Sugarpacket Tactic we used not one would take the bait! One even tried to use reverse psychology on us by swimming upside down on the surface of the water, but BBR and I were not conned into flipping our boat. Instead we gave up afraid of what the clones would try to convince us of next and switched back to trophy Crappie. After sighting several buried treasures (a big wheel, pop cans, and a water bottle) we sighted the lone pirate poaching his feast of Largemouth and patrolling his territory. I heard the grumbling of the mighty beast and decided it was time to eat. We trolled back to our lunch buffet and asked our chauffeur/ nanny/ cook what was on the menu. GB was kind enough to offer his presence during Linner, after for dessert and the night time slay of blue gill. We toyed with the creatures and walked across them to the shore. They were so thick if you covered your back in bread you could sleep on the water without getting wet. BBR and I were both robbed by the blue bandits and the uncanny carp. GB said his goodbyes and BBR and I went out for an evening troll. We both hooked into some huge fish but unfortunately we left our camera on shore so I drew this very realistic sketch of what they looked like. We are not too sure of what they are but you see they had to be a 110 lb to 150 lb each. After that tiering time we summoned the help to load our gear and take us home. Another day of doing what we know and love. Til next time keep fish and have fun! Just kidding!

I didn't know BBR didn't put part one of the story on sorry for those who got lost!

After two days of moping around the house kicking my butt about loosing my favorite rod and reel I turned to SkunkQueen and said I want to look one more time!!! She agreed and so I packed up my bag with my hubbies chest waders some fishing gear and the camera and tucked Splenda in the filth mobile and away the three of us went! After SkunkQueens interpret of the longest death march ever we finally got to the cursed spot. I popped into the waders and into the river. For about an hour I flipped over every pile of crap branches and even shopping carts hoping to find my beloved combo with no prevail! I made sure before I left for SkunkQueen to dial 91 and when I scream the other 1 for a speedy rescue. So with her and Splenda watching from shore I made my way down to the spooky fork in the way. I was sure I would find it in the right side but again no such luck. I was getting to the end of the divide when my heart leaped out of my chest and into my throat a huge crashing sound came from my left about 5 maybe 10 feet away. I whipped my head around having to see what made the sound and a full grown doe bounced over the other side of the stream and disappeared into the bush. So I being the klutz I am I lost my footing. Thankfully for the lack of respect for the environment I caught my other foot on an old discarded white walled tire and didn't go for an unplanned swim after all. As I made my way back by way of the other fork I heard SQ frantically yelling my name. I wadded back to where they (SQ and Splenda) were and climbed up the hill when I reached the top I saw a group of people probably planning to fish the spot we were in and I swear I saw the gold handle of my reel. But I didn't peruse it and figured it was my imagination. I finally decided enough was enough I wasn't going to find my rod might as well wet my line and not make it a wasted "death march" So I cast my not so nice old rod and instantly caught a snag I tried reeling and noticed I was snagged on line so I handed SQ my rod and popped back into the water my excitement was rising until I realized that it was not mono like mine but braid. I stood there trying to untangle the nasty mess of braid line and steel leader thinking isn't that a little overkill for a trout? (assuming that the trout hook and one split shot were the only right gear this angler had for the area). But when I finished getting as much of it out as I could I looked up and Beetim1 had shown up with his son ready to catch some of the fish I had been scaring away. Beetim1 cast and instantly hooked into a scrappy white sucker so I snapped this shot of his son holding Daddy's first catch Aaron tried his hand at fishing but didn't seem in the mood. But in the couple cast he made he had showed up SQ on casting and touching fish!! Good for you Aaron! It was great fishing with you buddy! After Beetim1 laid into a nice carp but it wrapped him up and got off. A couple of seconds later he pulled in a Rock Bass. He got a pic of his son and I holding the beaut. He also laid into a couple of Sun fish. I caught a goby. So my hope and confidence was at a real low and Beetim1 being the nice guy he is gave me some of his worms ( I had one left thanks to those useless fish) and wished me luck next thing I know hes out of sight and the fish are on my line. I'm not sure if he has some magic worms or he rubbed off some luck when he was saying good bye. I first hooked into a nice size horny head chub. And after that rock bass rock bass rock bass!!! yes my luck had changed. I looked around since Splenda was oddly quiet and noticed that SQ was packing up and I told her one more hook thats it then we can go when I loose it. So I cast again and what do you know I get snagged!!! So I'm reeling in and thinking I must have a stick on. Well I was right. Slowly I see the tip of my beloved rod emerge from the water. I had a stick on alright n Ugly Stick I was so happy I was jumping up and down screaming SQ didn't know what was going on and thought I had finally lost my minnows! She looked and saw what I was reeling in, her and Splenda started their squealing too. Thank you and sorry to the people residing in the are. Thank you for not calling 911 and sorry for the noise! After that I hooked into even more RB and finally into the last catch of the day a nice little carp nothing big but it still had a nice fight to it. Thanks SkuckQueen for coming with me and watching Splenda! Thanks Beetim1 for the luck and the worms next time I'll stop in on the way and we can get some fishing in with BBR and maybe your wife will come too! Just don't forget the little guy!

Shmirwin blessed us with his presence today at our favourite carp and catfish spot. As always, I fished for the easiest thing I could, bluegills. And yet again I caught what I wasn't trying to catch. To start, I hooked into a nice sized carp, which just happened to be my new PB! Imagine my excitement pulling up a big old 20 pound carp (at least that's what the scale said) on a trout hook and worm (and the boys' dismay). But the day was still young and I hadn't crushed their dreams quite yet. They were trying to catch carp using their fancy rigs and their fancy red corn but I'm a simple girl and stuck to my hook and worm. Next fish on the species list today was the mighty yellow perch. Oh the fight. I set the hook and it was in my lap! By this point the boys were starting to get a little antsy. I just had to give fresh perch a taste! So another 2 seconds (okay maybe 3) went by and my rod started bouncing. So I set hook into a nice sized channel cat. This is the part where I was getting cocky and the boys were getting cranky. So I let them have a turn as Rich hooked into a little kitten of his own. So cute. Bye bye! I took back the catch priveleges of course shortly after with an onslaught of panfish! Pumpkinseed, bluegill, rock bass, I had it ALL baby! And boy was Shmirwin pee'd! Then as all fell silent for another 30 seconds, I hooked into another one of those annoying carp. If Shmirwin had a temperature gauge, it would be through the roof at this point. It looked bleak for Team Skunkfish (the boys) but I heard Rich whisper some secret tactic in Shmirwin's ear. Shmirwin quickly changed baits and casted for the cover. Soon after he was into a nice channel cat, which was actually bigger than mine (in length) but looks tiny compared to big old Shmirwin. A few bullheads and another little channel cat later and Shmirwin was getting the call from the Gestapo (wife) to get home for some din din. She informed him over the phone that next time she'd be there to make sure Team Ladyfish kept an even stiffer lead on the competition. It was a great time with great people, I'm looking forward to another voyage or two (or 50) before the cats are gone!

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We had a good time out there didn't we? Always a hoot in the action angling family adventures. And I would just like to add *clears throat* I'M WINNING! thank you

I vote BBR as the new minister of natural resources after watching this rant he made last year http://www.zippyvideos.com/182126759652843...200/bigbassrich

I think if they were going to put out a life time license only dedicated anglers would buy it. You have to think of the folks that only go once or twice every year if that. They wouldn't feel the need to spend tonnes of money on something they might not use for a couple years. Although it would be a good gift to get the young ones into the sport you must think about the people that would be giving it to them, again dedicated anglers. Sure your kid may be into fishing while they are young but what happens when they don't like it anymore? So there will be a decrease but not as much as you would think from first glance. This is just a thought anyways.

Now those are some nice lookin' fish. I'm glad someone caught something worth freezing their butt off for!

** damn sugarpacket keeping hers logged in!

I'm sorry for your loss. My sympathies to all of his family and friends.

I'm sorry for your lost. I'm glad that they found him, it will help knowing then always wondering what happened for you and the rest of his friends and family. You are a real friend for clarifying the true story for him as well.

The ice is to be used as a float since BBR likes to loose all of his and mine. Also there is no such thing as out of season rock bass, you might want to check your regulations. Who knows maybe I'm wrong.

On this nippy day BBR and I decided to go out on the lake in the ol' hound one more time this year for one last try at some bass. So we dropped Splenda off at grandmas house, he would have walked but we were afraid the big bad wolf would get him... Back to the story... so I hop in the truck and turn the key... nothing... took out the new Nautilus to see if we could try to give old Bessy a boost and so I turn the key again... nothing. So we gave up and decided to just fish from shore. We were just getting ready to head out when Gramps came out of the house and fixed the problem, of course it was something obvious and stupid... Being the lazy sots we are, we rather walk than load up the boat. Off we went. I finally got my new reel from Cabela's and I was itching to get it broke in. As we got to our spot we noticed that the lake had already gotten its first layer of ice. After what seemed like eons (20 mins) the hits were actually getting landed and of course crappy king pulled up the first two beauts. After the crappies were beginning to bore BBR he decided to cast for some chrome just for fun. He got one heck of a hit that took him around a log and figured that was enough for him. Finally after a toe freezing hour and three lure changes later, I got my first crappie of the day, go me! I also practiced SugarPacket tactic #62. What you need: Pole, reel, line, jig, and a thin layer of ice. First step rig up your jig on your equipment. Next flip into middle of thin layer of ice. If jig does not immediately drop through then the ice is too thick or your jig head is too small. Make sure that the ice is a little farther out than you would normally jig. The ice acts like a pulley system like a tree branch (see SugarPacket Tactics Vol. 9 Chapter 1 Section 6 sub-section 16 Natural Pulley systems) This will help you keep a constant non-frequented jigging area. See Diagram below. Unfortunately I did not have any success with this tactic but I do suggest you try this at home. BBR beat me again with 5 to 2 but I'm getting better he says. :roll: Well BBR we didn't get that last bass or to try out your new battery pack but at least I got to use my new reel before I have to trade it in for my ice rod. Until next time folks don't keep fish and you'll have fun! ba ba BODY BREAKS!

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Yesterday BBR and I dropped Splenda off at the sitters, stole a truck and boat and out for a good day of fishing we went! We headed out to BBR's old stompin' ground for my first experience in the Bass Hound. Now if we were smart the battery we stole would have been charged but it wasn't so BBR got his Paddlin' arm all greased up and away we went at an astounding 1/2 km hr. So with several skunked "fishing breaks" as BBR likes to call them we got to his special spot and got down to some serious fishing. BBR brought his secret weapons, Ice fishing poles, and the crappies were on our jigs like white on rice. Like always I was out fished by the Crappie king, but I still had a great time. We saw a couple of bass but couldn't get them to bite and they had scared all the crappie away so we moved to another spot. After getting rained on and getting skunked there and rained on some more we decided it was time to head back and return our "borrowed goods". So we switched spots and I showed BBR how paddling was really done and we got back in half the time. He had some excuse that the wind was blowing in my favor but we all know that women are just stronger. :wink:

That's what the bass in Hamilton Harbour look like

Great stuff! I agree, watching them is way more fun than fishing for them at this time of year!

BBR and I decided today (in October) that we'd go work on our sunburns so we headed out to the MIGHTY LYNN, once again. Today's special baits were rotten corn, hardened doughballs, and worms from a vending machine. BBR was going to show me how to use his float rod/reel but as soon as I tried, our son came a callin'. So after making about 3 bird's nests I gave up and went back to my ultra light reel which had it's last voyage before being put into retirement. After several hits, I finally snagged into what I thought would be the prize of the day. I mean anything that hits on rotten corn has to be a prized species, right? After a drawn out battle I finally subdued this PB chub to the shoreline. BBR's fabled attempts to utilize Sugarpacket tactics failed, so he switched over to the centerpin and float fished some worms downstream. It wasn't long before he was into the pure power of yet another monster chub. He actually caught 2 of them out of the same hole. WOW! Several missed hits and lots of time tending to our son and we had to pack it in so BBR could go to work. With a final burst of energy BBR wadded his float back into the chub zone and brought in a spry goby. No pictures though, he was much too concerned about placing this fish where it belonged (the garbage can). You can tell that the seasons are changing as the fish action is depleting, but it was still a good time to retire in the old Shakespeare reel and learn to use a float rod (maybe I need some more practice with that )

Decent Grand River smallies there! Nice work.

Nice work buddy and I wish you a happy birthday! Though I guess the wish already came true! Get on down here sometime soon for some amazing pike fishing! ** LOL oops looks like sugarpacket was still logged in - this is BBR talking LOL

Those are some nice looking smallies in a short amount of time to! GOOD JOB!

Nice one hunn! guess you'll have to "escape" more often