By LOREN BROOKS
James Emerson had his first shore fishing experience on March 24, with Kent at Stewart’s Point. James and Kent were next door neighbors at Fun and Sun Trailer Park. Kent and another neighbor, Harold, were having tremendous success fishing a few hours each day to the point that it became the talk of the park: angling without a boat.
It didn’t take long for James to get invited by Kent for a day of fishing at Stewart’s Point for catfish and striped bass. James said he got a license and a supply of anchovies, a spinning rod and reel and some single shank hooks.
As you can see from the picture above, he and Kent caught 15 Stripers. Kent has gone north, but James and his wife Sylvia are still going out to Stewart’s for some good fishing.
James, who is also known as “The Preacher,” told me his last catch was donated to another angler who was still trying to “catch on”, at the same location.
The talk of the town at McDonald’s is the fact that boat anglers are smiling.
Everyone is going north and south out of Echo Bay. The captain of that 22 foot Jet boat at F&S, treated me to a day of trolling, which was a blast.
John said I’m a little slow in responding to a strike, but we managed putting 15 nice striper in the boat last Wednesday, using anchovies and trolling in the late afternoon. The fishing was so good, I cancelled a dinner party at the Pirates Landing. John cleaned the fish, while I caught two more fish. I think the “skunk” finally got washed off my rods and reels.
I did lose about 4 colors of lead line by not paying attention while John was cleaning the fish. The line on another rod, got rapped in the trolling motor while I was occupied with another fish.
This past Thursday, my brother Roy and I fished around marker #12, with several other boats and had a lot of action. I made the mistake of attempting to remove a lure from a 2 pound Striper, without using a cloth, and wound up with a treble hook buried in my finger. Thanks to a good set of “dikes”, the hook was snipped off the lure by Roy. It’s not much fun getting the rest of the hook out of the finger, which was buried with the barb inside. No doctor required. I did say ouch, when I jerked the remainder out of my left hand. It was quite a day.
Bryce came to the rescue Thursday morning. I had left the key in the ignition of the Dodge, in the “on” position overnight. When we got back Thursday night, Julie said I did the same thing in the other vehicle, which left her without a vehicle all day thanks to a dead battery. It could be that I’m getting older, or hard of hearing.
It’s a full moon again so be sure and check the charts for the best time to fish.