A Texas bass angler’s bid to get back to the Bassmaster Classic depended heavily on a soft-plastic creature bait that few, if any, others had in their arsenal when they fished the B.A.S.S. Nation Championship on Nov. 6-8 on the Ouachita River.
Hunting has definitely entered the 21st century, with range-finding rifle scopes, night-vision binoculars for predator and hog hunting, and apps for our smartphones that tell us exactly when the sun rises and sets.
One dark Friday night in early November 1977, under the direction of an older, more-experienced wildlife enforcement officer, I parked the Bronco overlooking a large area of recently harvested soybean fields.
Skinning small catfish is a snap for most freshwater fishermen. After a few well-placed knife cuts, the skin is deftly snatched off with a pair of skinning pliers, and then the flesh is filleted from the backbone.
Last month in this column I paid tribute to the wild hog, which has been in this country for 500 years. My point was that this critter has been able to survive despite the fact that most are out to eliminate it from the landscape.