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Ramble with Storm: Get off your ass, a pet peeve

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Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.

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So I am out yesterday covering the Braidwood Lake sectional for high school bass fishing. After I made sure they would fish the whole day, I did my usual and wandered over to a favorite spot at Mazonia North to set up my office at a wooden picnic table.

As the sun warmed, fishermen started coming on all sides, a lot more than I expected with the cold and dirty water. That made me happy.

And now my pet peeve.

Mazonia North has over 200 lakes, some so small I don't think they are named. I have seen maybe 40 of them and fished 15 or 20.

So I ask, with all those options, where do you think they fished?

That's right my faithful readers, in the holes in lake-side vegetation immediately by parking spots. Even where a walk of only 100 yards would have taken them to nearly virgin fishing waters.

It just irks me no end.

I think it was Ken Gortowski who came up with the stat that walk past 200 yards from a parking spot and you have out-walked more than 90 percent of the fishermen.

I have no complaints with old fishermen or those who had hip and knee replacements fishing next to parking spots. That's who should be using those spots, or dads or moms with kids.

But yesterday, I saw two guys in their 20s or 30s twice in two different spots, both times parked less than 10 yards from where they were fishing.

Get out your ass and move around, and be blessed with scenes like that above, which I took after a walk of 200 yards.

I am trying to stick with doing an extended ramble as often as possible, taking care of my own fat ass, you know.

As we turned down the tree line by the side rail track before the town pond, I heard a woodpecker hammering a very small dead tree. And I found it, the smallest woodpecker, a downy.

A lively morning.

The usual rucks of robins and cooing of mourning doves on all sides, in town and out. A rabbit bolted from under a budding maple (budding just in the last two days) around the corner Amazing what a couple inches of rain in late April can do to dump green color into everything.

As we rounded the north old clay, the trilling of red-winged blackbirds came thickly.

Two mallards floated on the north pit, as did three ducks I couldn't ID. A splash of white made me look closer at the north bank and I spotted two great egrets again.

Canada geese floated in singles on both pits. The empty nest looks abandoned as it was on the island on the south pit. Not a single gosling so far on the town pond.

A rabbit bounced off through the brush above the south end of the south pit, it's white cottontail vivid against the mostly brown underbrush. The green brush has not been applied yet to the underbrush.

Near home, a woodpecker hammered in our neighbor's old gnarled elm. I couldn't find it to tell what kind it was.

A black squirrel, well more of a really dark gray, squirrel dangled precariously from a greening shoot off a tree across the street as we neared the front steps. A dove fluttered off from under the bird feeder.



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get beyond forked stick country

I'm 56 , doc's been in my heart 3 times, type 2 diabetic, the left knee is pretty much shot and pretty much more of the body has aches than doesn't. I had a guy in his 20's ask me about a walleye spot. When i started by saying it was a 30 minute hike, he immediately said he wasn't interested. I ran into a couple of guys that didn't want to take a 4 or 5 minute walk from one parking lot and go beyond the gate to fish the flooded parking lot I was catching fish from. I even told them what to use and where.

I think video games and other such electronics may have something to do with it. The youngsters are so used to instant gratification at the push of a button, they just don't have the get up and go any more to put much effort into any endeavour.

That sounds about right Dale.

I'm asked all the time how I run into no one while out fishing. I tell them what I do. I know I'll never see them again by the look on their face.

A long time ago I started mapping out all the Mazonia lakes. Had a goal to hit as close to that 200 mark as possible. Then river and creek fishing became an obsession and I gave up on that project. There are some nice fish in some of those hard to get to lakes.

I hit one of the remote pockets over the weekend and it was a blast. Drove right past all the launches and trucks. Launched the Yak at a lake, paddled out, pulled the kayak up and down a hill and through some brush to get back into another "hidden" one. All alone. Just me and a load of bass.
I plan to hit as many "inaccessible" lakes as possible as well with the yak, then finish up the rest with a tube.
Water has to be fished.. not matter where it is. Thats the sacred oath you accept when you pick up a rod. ;)
At least its the one I took.

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