People scorn bank fishing. They say, “Look, loser. Where’s your Mercury rig Bass Boat?” and I know what they mean. Having a boat should equal catching more fish, as well as planing about on the lake like the King of Texas. But that’s not always the case.
Just the other day, on Lake Whitney’s spillway, there I was, casting off into the current from the bank while a boat full of guys anchored opposite me and started fishing. Who caught more? I did; 8 Bass to their 0 Bass. Mind you, they drank 8 beers to my 0 beers. So they won that part of the contest.
I reflected on that and the message was clear. You can have a perfectly good fishing experience from the bank. In fact, you might even do better than some clowns goofing off in a boat, and that’s the way it was this evening.
No boat, but plenty of fishing action from the shore of Lake Whitney as the sun was setting. Was it beautiful? Yes. Was it exciting? For sure, especially when a decent Bass smashed into my lure. Was it expensive? Not nearly so expensive as a boat, or a night out in Dallas.
Still, I’m looking forward to one of my rich socialist pals redistributing part of their great wealth to me in the form of a Skiff. For that matter, I’d be happy with a canoe, maybe one with a motor.
And, let the record show, I’ve resolved to learn fly fishing. I’ve heard that can even be done from the bank.
Carry on,
LSP