A Fish in the Sky

Actual photo I personally took...no enhancement

 

             All through the fall hunting season, those of us who love to hunt waterfowl prayed for rain.  The one thing you need for great duck hunting is plenty of water, and we just didn't have it.  It is unbelievable that in surveying dozens of ponds in the Ozarks I never saw a mallard or even a gadwall. What’s happening is strange!

             All in all, I think I'll put this last duck season in the "ones to forget" file.  Outdoor writers who hunt and fish often have wonderful opportunities and, therefore, some very good trips. We write about those trips and very often keep quiet about the others. But we all have outings we'd like to forget; sometimes we easily forget entire seasons.

            About 40 years ago, I hunted pheasants with the publisher of well-known magazine, and as a prospective writer, I wanted to make a good impression.   I was using a brand new over and under shotgun. His dog, a German wirehair pointer, worked flawlessly that morning. She pointed four rooster pheasants in two hours, and in each instance, I missed pheasants that rose before me so close I could see their eyes blink.  The publisher speculated that I would never write about that trip. 

            I blamed the new gun, of course, and sold it only a few days later. All I remember is, I dug my old Smith and Wesson automatic 12-gauge out of the pickup that afternoon and killed my limit of birds, all of which flushed wild, halfway across the cornfield. But the dog never pointed another bird. In fact, the dog stayed away from me the rest of the day. 

            There have been plenty of disastrous hunting trips for me, but it may be, the all-time most embarrassing situation took place more than twenty years ago when I took my Uncle Norten duck hunting on the Sac River.  I've hunted rivers since I was shorter than my shotgun.  Behind a floating blind, we've floated hundreds and hundreds of miles hunting everything from deer and turkey to ducks and squirrels. Norten passed away fifteen years ago, but he had told me stories about how he began hunting that way in the '30s, and I can't remember for sure when I started. 

            In all those combined years, no Dablemont ever let his boat get away from him until that one December years back.  It happened because we stopped on a gravel bar so my Uncle Norten could walk up to look over a crop field to see if there were any rabbits to be found. I stayed with the boat, adding some more foliage to the blind. I pulled the boat up on the bank and sat down against a log to wait, my back to the river. I dozed off a little in the warm sunshine and my uncle returned and called my attention to the fact that our boat was in mid-stream, heading away with the current. We followed down the bank knowing full well it wouldn't come back, despite my pleading. It drifted into a log on the other side, and sat there, in water ten feet deep or better.

            We had one pickup six miles upstream, and another eight miles downstream. We were in big trouble. Fortunately there was a farmhouse on a distant ridge. Getting there in chest waders was something of an ordeal, but I did it and the farmer said he had an old boat and paddle he'd loan me. The ground was frozen, so he drove the boat fairly close to the river in an aging farm truck. I used his boat to paddle across to retrieve mine, and an hour later, we headed downstream again. The farmer had a lot of questions, of course, and I answered them in a somewhat deceptive manner in order to make him think I wasn't some sort of greenhorn, and then I thanked him and told him my name was Joe Smith. He said there was a fellow who wrote a newspaper column who looked a lot like me, and I said I had been told that before.  My Uncle Norten accepted full blame. He said he should have never left me in charge of the boat.

 

Our spring magazine,  ‘The Lightnin’ Ridge Journal’ is about ready to go to print.   To see the cover go to larrydablemontoutdoors on your computer. To get a copy email me at lightninridge47@gmail.com. Or you can call my office and talk to Gloria Jean about how to get   one mailed   to you.  You can see a very unusual photo on that website of mine this week, a photo of a fish in the sky.

            

 

 

About Fishing…

       I’ve got a couple of things to pass along concerning Ozark lakes that are really interesting.   One is about crappie fishing in Norfork Lake where biologists just recently finished a lead-net sampling of fish.  They checked about 700 crappie to learn the ages associated with different sizes.  From their reports it looks like there will be some exceptional fishing for black crappie this spring on Norfork with a big improvement over their findings from 2022.

      The Fisheries division of the Department submits this report…..

”Crappie in Norfork Lake are reaching harvestable size (10 inches) in just 2- 3 years and growing to 12 inches by age 3-4. The collected fish ranged from 3.4 to 14.6 inches, with an average size of 9.7 inches. Perhaps the most exciting finding was the large number of 1.5-year-old crappie averaging around 8 inches in length. This strong year class indicates excellent fishing opportunities on the horizon as these fish reach prime harvestable size in the coming year or two. The sample was dominated by Black Crappie (89%), likely due to clear-water conditions in Norfork Lake, which favor Black Crappie over White Crappie.”

 

      Then there was news from the Missouri Fisheries division that beginning now, the 15-inch length limit on bass at Tablerock Lake will pertain only to largemouth and smallmouth but not to spotted bass.  Spotted bass and Kentucky bass are the same fish with two different names. And the new length limit on that fish is 12 inches. The average fisherman cannot tell the difference between a 12-inch spotted bass and a 12-inch largemouth just by looking at them.  

      Spotted bass, though the belly spots for which they were named may not be as prominent, can always be distinguished by the rough, rasp-like patch on top of the tongue.  If it is a largemouth the top of the tongue is smooth.  Fisheries biologists know all about the differences but I doubt if many conservation agents can tell one from the other if the fish is in the 12- to 15-inch range.  There’ll be some problems there with a few fishermen getting them mixed up and keeping a 12-inch largemouth.

      Spotted bass are not native to Ozark streams where  smallmouth are found.  Smallmouth males sometimes cross with spotted bass females and create a hybrid between the    two that some anglers refer too as a ‘mean-mouth’.   Fisheries biologist say that they do not like the spotted bass thriving in smallmouth waters as they compete for habitat and food that the largemouth does not seem suited for.  Therefore it can be said that largemouth in smallmouth rivers are not as much of a problem for smallmouth as the spotted bass are.

 

      I have a favorite hard-to-get-to stretch of water on the Sac River where spotted bass grow unusually large. In most waters they grow much slower than largemouth and if you ever land a five-pound spotted bass you’ve done something akin to landing a six-pound smallmouth.  They just don’t get that big without a few more years of growth. Even smallmouth get to four pounds quicker than spotted bass.  A largemouth will get to four pounds in an Ozark river in about five or six years.  A smallmouth needs about eight years to reach four pounds and a spotted bass needs about ten years to accomplish that size.  If a spotted bass reaches 12-inches a largemouth of the same age has probably reached 15.  So there is the reason for this new regulation shortening the spotted bass length limit in Tablerock and it ought to be done the same on every lake and river in the state.

      The Sac River stretch I mentioned has walleye and largemouth too but the spotted bass outnumber largemouth and there are no smallmouth to speak of in that western Missouri river.  I keep spotted bass when I want fish to eat because unlike smallmouth the meat is very white and solid and tasty.  In that stretch on the Sac I once caught three or     four spotted bass above three-pounds in a couple of hours   and then landed one above four pounds.

      One spring afternoon a friend and I motored up a large tributary to the Sac and found a small bluff-hole just full of spotted bass weighing about one to two pounds.  We must have caught 20 there where the water was about 10-feet deep and dinghy colored from a spring rain. On our light gear it was some fishing I will never forget.

      You can despise the spotted bass because they hurt    native smallmouth but you can’t gripe about the way they fight. Get a two- to three-pounder on light gear and you won’t be complaining.

 

Read about all kinds of   fishing on   my book  “Recollections of an Old-Fashioned Angler”. Find it   on www.larrydablemont.com  Email me at lightninridge47@gmail.com

 

Walleye Time

        Walleye are a different kind of fish!   They may not always be in deep water, but they are almost always close to the bottom. If you are serious about walleye fishing, you have to give it some effort; walleye don't often come easy in our waters.  And the time for that effort is now.  Successful walleye fishermen in the Ozarks begin to catch them as they prepare to spawn.  The first of the walleye spawn takes place in late February into early March and many of them will have finished by April.

       If there's plenty of water, they move up the tributaries and streams at the slightest warming of the currents that call them.  If there isn't plenty of water in those creeks and rivers, they will move to rocky points and rip-rap near dams and bridges and spawn there.  Northern fishermen spend more time fishing vertically for walleye than they do casting for them.  

       Sometimes they find the schools by trolling for them, and then when they locate a fish or two, they go back and drop a jig tipped with a minnow down to the bottom and lift it up and down only a couple of feet off the bottom.  When a walleye takes a lure fished vertically, he seldom hits it very hard, you just start to lift the jig and feel the weight of the fish.

       Some of the best walleye fishing I have ever had was on the Mississippi river in March, up near the Iowa, Wisconsin and Illinois corners, fishing below the locks and dams, drifting in the current.  We were vertically fishing 1/2-inch blue and white jigs tipped with big minnows.  To keep the minnows on, you would run the hook through the mouth, out the gill and then through the back under the dorsal fin.  That day, we must have caught twenty big walleye between the three of us, up to eight pounds, and all over three pounds.

       You can catch walleye that way in the winter on Bull Shoals, Norfork, Stockton and Truman lakes, fishing points and deep channels around standing timber.   But in March, if you fish the same way in creeks and rivers which feed the same reservoirs with lots of persistence you can have some success. Walleye stage in the deeper holes and eddies below shoals in March, and they feed better early and late in the day and even at night.  They spawn at night, moving up to that shallower swift water where the eggs are fertilized and roll in the current.

       One old-time walleye fisherman on the Little Red River in Arkansas, which feeds Greers Ferry Lake, (where walleye over twenty pounds have been taken) told me that he catches huge walleye at night from the Little Red River in the wake of the first couple of big spring storms which come through.  He says those storms, which accompany the first warm spells in early March, quickly raise the water temperature, and walleye come up to stage at the foot of the shoals.  He finds them there and catches them on large chubs and minnows and even bluegill.  His favorite bait is small bluegill.

       Walleye, as the late winter progresses into early spring, will also hit crank-baits, and the long-billed, narrower ones are the best producers, on Stockton, Bull Shoals and Norfork lakes.  Use yellow and red and chartreuse combinations. 

        Every year with the first good fishing weather in late February and early March; meaning whatever temperatures I can stand, I fish tributaries to the lakes for white bass, black bass and walleye.  Sometimes the other species are much easier to find, but it is the walleye which I treasure, because they are so good to eat. I went after a big walleye in the Sac River a few years ago with the same jig and minnow combination I have used so often with good success in Canada.

       I concentrated my efforts on a deep pool below a shoal and sure enough, I got the fish on I had been hoping for.  He was heavy, and fought like a walleye of ten or twelve pounds, staying deep and lunging long and hard.  I handled him like a master and in about ten minutes brought him up to the surface.  And he was a beautiful silver-blue instead of the walleye gold and bronze I had been looking for.   It was a huge drum, about fifteen pounds.

       I am going to try the same technique again in early March, here and there, where walleye ought to be.  I know I'll catch some bass and white bass and maybe another drum or two, but there might someday be a horse of a walleye in one of those places.  I caught an eleven-pound walleye years ago in Manitoba.  I just know I can get a bigger one somewhere if I keep at it.  The time to do it is upon us.