Last weekend I really wanted to catch dinner. We decided to fish the marshes ear

Last weekend I really wanted to catch dinner. We decided to fish the marshes ear

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Danielle Prewett says: Last weekend I really wanted to catch dinner. We decided to fish the marshes early Saturday morning, and I caught a nice flounder. Just as we were about to net it into the boat, he spit the hook – that sucked. A rainstorm forced us to leave earlier than intended, so we went back out on Sunday. At one point, I noticed a swirl rise up along the grassy shore; next to it something popped at the surface. I casted and BOOM. It was a big red, and I let him run. Of course, he went right under the boat and managed to get off. Another one got away. I took my hat off and started hitting the casting platform with it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my husband chuckling. He knew the level of frustration that I was feeling; he’s been there before, and now it was my turn. After my temper tantrum, I took a deep breath and kept fishing. By the end of the day, I managed to land one little red, just a few inches shy of our slot limit. Although I was disappointed that he wasn’t a keeper, I was still happy to spend a whole weekend out on the water. There is so much for me to learn about fishing, and I’m fortunate to have such a beautiful coast to explore. Hunting season is approaching, and I’m sure there are lots of new hunters out there. If I could give a piece of advice from one novice to another, it’s to enjoy the little moments. Don’t let the struggles (and oh, you will struggle and fail) override the entire experience. Learn from them and keep getting outside.

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  1. You’ve gotta enjoy the process. Most of hunting and fishing is closer to “failing” than succeeding. Thanks for sharing your story. It’s good to hear the whole story rather than just a grip and grin

  2. I took my brother out for some night fishing channel cats here on a lake in WI. There’s a spot where a river is damned at the end of the lake, and if you pitch and slow jig minnows, or soak a live shiner, you can catch a pile of eaters. My brother hooked the bottom — for what felt like the 300th time — and as his minnow popped off the rock, he got bit by a 22-23” walleye. It was over our slot. Since we only had one catfish on the stringer, we gave it to the Mennonite boy and his dad that were fixin to fish all night. It’s alright — slots are there for good reason, and I like to think you build GREAT fishin karma by doing the right things. I took my 1 and 3 year old daughters out for bluegill on one of the Madison lakes and we caught a pile that were all the size of dinner plates.

  3. The joys of fishing. The day on the water cliche is usually true but it’s still amazing with all we know about fish movement and behavior and with scienced up lures and space age gear they can still be elusive. Sure keeps it interesting. Good luck on the next cast. ??

  4. I can envision you swinging the hat. ? I have the vocabulary of a sailor from a questionable upbringing; plus a temper, and the volume to go with both. I’m told it comes with the Korean blood. ??‍♀️ Thanks to his guidance while growing up fishing with my dad I also developed the ability to have a full-frustration meltdown in an uncarpeted jon boat, on a lake, without scaring off the fish.

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