The Important Things

I was cleaning out some books that I have laying around and came across a devotional, “Around the Campfire”, written expressly for sportsmen that a good friend of mine wrote several years back. I’ve been re-reading this great little book before bed, and am still amazed at how the author, Tom Naumann, relates his great hunting adventures to scriptures that remind us of things much more important than the hunt.

In all of our hustle and bustling where our hunting and fishing is concerned, sometimes we overlook the things most important to us as men and women including our time with God, so for a real blessing make certain that this little book is in your pack or boat before your next outing. To order the book you will need to contact the author, Tom Naumann over at the Cherokee Run Hunting Lodge

W.W.

Happy Father’s Day!

I just wanted to take a few minutes and wish all of the hard working and deserving fathers out there a very Happy Father’s Day! It is my sincere hope that you have now received all of the fishing tackle and hunting gear that you will need for the coming season (kid’s are such a blessing!). Whether it is guilt driven or not, I still like to hear from my wayward kids from time to time, especially on Father’s Day, and I know that all of you do too.

If they haven’t gotten around to the present yet, “COUGAR!” is a great, last minute gift and is:

Available now at BookLocker.com
Purchase COUGAR!

W.W.

Another Story While We Wait…

Well, the book is not on the Booklocker.com site yet so how about another short story while we wait, and don’t forget to read your free excerpt from “COUGAR!” by clicking on the above link.

In 1984, I was running a 54 foot, Alabama built sport fisherman named the “Connie D”. We had had a pretty good early season, and a group of fellows from Alaska came into the marina to kill some time while their wives played golf. Of course they had caught more fish and bagged more game than any of us and really talked down to the people that were running the marina. When we arrived back at the dock after a very successful day of bottom fishing and a couple of big coolers full of fish for our charter, these fellows decided to charter the “Connie D” for a day and try to put up with the “inferior” fishing that South Carolina had to offer.

In early August down here off of Myrtle Beach, SC, the big mackerel started feeding in the last hour before dark, normally long after the charter boats have to be back at the dock. I decided to teach these guys a lesson about South Carolina fishing, and fishermen, so we headed the “Connie D” offshore to a spot that we had reserved for our commercial endeavors in the fall and winter months.

By mid-afternoon we had close to 600 pounds of snapper and grouper on board and 6 tired, happy, and apologetic fisherman in the cockpit. One of them asked me if there were any King Mackerel to be had and I told him that there was a spot within sight of Myrtle Beach where they hole up that time of year, but they would have to charter us for another half day if they wanted a chance at them. I knew that those fish were always there after July and that they always were larger than 20 pound fish!

We caught another 20 or so fish that had to be stacked behind the fish boxes for lack of room and those guys were happy, so much so that they offered me a job in Kodiak, Alaska hunting bear with them! I never did get to make that trip, but I do know that they had never had a day on the water like we showed them.

Not only did we get paid for two charters in one day, the mate and I got to keep all of the fish which we promptly sold! Of course you can’t fish like that anymore because of government regulations, but the memories cannot be suppressed…yet.

W.W.

A Fish Story

I remember one warm week in January of 1982 when the temperatures that should have been in the thirties, were soaring into the seventies and the cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean were covered with a thick soupy fog because of the warm air. Black Sea Bass prices were at an all time high on the New York market so everyone was out trying to trap a few boxes of the prize fish. The problem was that everyone was out fishing.

My mate and I left the dock early on Monday morning before daylight in the 31’9” BHM, the “Sea Wolf”, and headed to the Northeast of Murrells Inlet, S.C. in zero visibility. Since we did not have radar on board, we were extremely nervous about getting run over. The fog did not lift as the day wore on either, and the radio chatter let us know that we were sharing the water off of Little River, North Carolina with about twenty other boats. Dave and I took turns running carefully from one Loran coordinate to the next in hopes of finding a bed of Black Sea Bass. Smack in the middle of a great little spot was another boat, and we almost ran over him! We maneuvered off shore about a mile and finally, on an otherwise flat bottom, marked what looked like fish. Dave dropped a try line and immediately yelled for the traps. Up came three Sea Bass in the five pound range! Down went fourteen Chesapeake crab traps into the spot that was not much larger than our boat. In the course of six hours, Dave and I pulled 4600 pounds of mostly large fish aboard and iced them down. We also maintained radio silence until we had slipped away toward the Fish House under the cover of fog, hopeful of having the first fish shipped while the prices were up. In the week that followed, the “Sea Wolf” brought in a little over 10,000 pounds of fish in three trips, and we watched as the prices fell from $3.60 a pound for the first large fish on Monday to $.20 a pound for all of our fish on Friday.

As I write this today, there has been a five fish limit imposed on Black Sea Bass by NOAA, with no fish being allowed in the winter months. Just another abuse of power by a corrupt government agency run amok.

Don’t forget to read your free excerpt from “COUGAR!” by clicking on the link at the top of the page, and look for the book to be available next week.

W.W.