Bass Plus Water Equals Fun!

The incident that I’m about to describe happened when I was ten years old, yet I remember it like it was yesterday because it was such a remarkable event. I used to do most of my fishing as a child on Lake Oswego, near Portland, Oregon.

My grandparents lived on the lake because my grandfather loved to fish and drive his boat. My brother and I would swim and pilot the rowboat or even drive the motorboat. If we got tired of everthing else, we would ask our grandfather to get out the fishing equipment. Most of the time we would catch Perch and once in a while we would catch a Blue Gale. At night; sometimes after dark, we would hang our line close to shore and catch a catfish.

These days you have to be a multi-millionaire to afford to live on the lake, but back in the 50’s and 60’s it was mostly blue collar people who were like my grandfather and for one reason or another wanted to live on the water.

After we would swim for awhile, it was time for a rest, so our grandfather would get out his fishing equipment. My brother and I usually fished with a worm and a bobber. This involved sitting around and waiting, so it got boring real fast. Our grandfather would be forced to break out the casting rods.

My brother and I loved to cast. We never really thought that we would catch any fish because the triple hooks were just dangling from the lures with no worms to hide them. My brother and I had only caught fish with worms, so we were sure that if you wanted to catch fish, you used worms.

The lures that my grandfather had were made for bass, were three to five inches long and were all made out of wood, so they were pretty heavy. This heft combined with the way we cast, (we held the rods like baseball bats, then swung them overhand letting go of the line when the tip of the rod was at its highest point) allowed us to launch the lures 30 yards out into the lake. All in all, it was really a lot of fun. To us, almost as much fun as throwing rocks!

One day while I was casting, there was an extra big splash as my lure hit the water. I can still see that splash in my minds eye even though it happened over 40 years ago. Right away there was a tug on my line.

What had most likely happened was that the lure had landed right above the bass. The bass must have instinctively struck at the lure. The lure did its’ job of hooking the bass and I reeled him in. I was completely caught off guard. He actually broke water a couple of times as I reeled him in, but what seemed like forever to me, was probably just a couple of minutes.

My grandfather got out his fish scale out and weighed the bass. It came out to one and a half pounds. I was a little disappointed by this figure. I thought that it would be 40 or 50 pounds at least, but my grandfather assured me that one and half pounds was big for that lake.

That was the only time that I have ever caught a bass in that manner, but the experience taught me to always expect the unexpected while you are fishing.

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Craig Stanford fished a lot as a child and teenager. He suffered a stroke 13 years ago, so his activities have been greatly curtailed. He still keeps his hand in fishing by owning the Fishing Guide. For more information on bass and many other types of fishing, you can check out the Guide at: online-fishing-info.com/bass

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