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Sporting Life by Dennis Doyle

So I was wrong about the Jonah

 

I’ve caught and eaten my first feast of crabs

 

If at first you don’t succeed … try something different

Sundown was only a half-hour away as I steered my skiff toward another deserted shoreline. Well out, I switched over to my electric trolling motor and eased into casting range. My target was a rip forming over the nearest of a number of mostly submerged stone jetties jutting sharply out from the shoreline. 

Sometimes the crab catches you

 

An old salt teaches this old dog a new lesson

 

Despite heavy winds, I landed a largemouth bass, a bluegill and a pickerel

Most folks know that a grand slam is baseball’s term for a home run with the bases loaded. Angling has its own slam. A Chesapeake Bay slam is landing a rockfish, bluefish and Spanish mackerel on the same day. The freshwater version is typically a largemouth bass, a pickerel and a bluegill. 

Highs and lows on the trotline

 

Rod maker George Pavlik had agonized over this rod —
the perfect stick for casting to white perch

 

Forgetting that maxim, this dummy went home hungry

 

A gathering of these thick-bodied fish will fill your cooler and make a memorable dinner