Because summer is upon us, it is time to start thinking about fishing at night with jig and eel combinations or big spinner baits for bass.
Because summer is upon us, it is time to start thinking about fishing at night with jig and eel combinations or big spinner baits for bass. Most of the bass spawning is finished in the Ozarks, and when you have high water in June, you can catch some very large bass from our lakes, around flooded greenery with topwater lures early in the morning and late in the evening. But what I look forward to the most is floating the rivers and fishing. I still know stretches of stream in the Ozarks where you can float without seeing anyone, at least during the week. But I stay away from those stretches where weekend caravans of canoes bang down the river, with alcohol and drugs as prevalent as they are. Those people who made a business of putting hundreds of canoes into our river on any given Saturday have been a curse on our streams, with some of the most beautiful lengths of Ozark rivers damaged beyond repair by their presence. If you don’t believe me, paddle down one of those waterways some weekend. Take note of the toilet paper on the gravel bars and see if you can make the trip without running into intoxicated, yelling and insulting people.
I think my Labrador, Bolt, might be the third or fourth greatest Labrador in the world. I have reached the age where I hate to argue, and if you say you have the best Lab in the world, you get a lot of argument from those who think their Labrador is the best in the world. If you say your dog is the third or fourth best, no one argues!
Bolt turned two years old this spring, and he sleeps on his back beside my bed with his feet up in the air, with his own pillow.
Just the other day I came in from working outside and took my shirt off, sitting down in my old recliner to watch an old episode of Gunsmoke. I had cleaned out my closet and had a pile of old but clean T-shirts lying on the bed. Bolt saw me sitting there without a shirt and left his usual spot beside my chair. He came right back with one of my shirts in his mouth, putting it in my lap. Then he sat there before me, urging me put it on. That is smartness my friend!
Then one morning I was sitting on my screened porch watching the birds in the greenery I often refer to as a lawn, when I said to Bolt, “I wonder if that little red bird down there in the fence-row might be a scarlet tanager.” Quick as a wink, he headed back into my office and came back with my bird-book in his mouth. I was really impressed until he opened it up there on the floor and pointed to a cardinal with his big paw. It clearly wasn’t a cardinal. But while he doesn’t do well on songbirds, he knows his ducks really good!
Page 2 of 2 - The summer issue of the Lightnin’ Ridge Outdoor Journal is out, found on many magazine stands throughout the Midwest, and it has 80 pages of great reading. I think many of you might enjoy reading the humorous article I wrote about catching a big but illegal bass back when I was 17 years old, and the problems it created. It is entitled, “The Night We Caught The Big One.” We also printed the sixth installment of a continuing serial story entitled, “Little Home on the Piney”, which folks seem to enjoy. It is a true account of life along an Ozark river in the 1930’s. If you have any trouble finding the magazine, just call our offices at 417-777-5227.
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