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I used to love night fishing, when I was still able to move around good enough to do it. There is a small lake near here, 245 acres, with huge blue cats, channels, muskies, and bass. When the full moon rolled around every month when it was warm enough to be on the water, I was there, loving it.
I had the lake to myself, there may have been a few people fishing from the banks, but no other boats. This lake gets a lot of fishing pressure during the day, so I'd stay away unless I was crappie fishing, but at night, it was great.
The big fish who hid during the day would come out and cruise for a meal, and there I was, with too many rods, and tackle boxes brimming with lures.
I favored black colorado spinners, that drew attention, and the throb on the retrieve felt so good. After that I used rattle traps, and in certain situations top water lures could'nt be beat.
I could hear activity, and cruise silently into the area, throw a spook, let it sit until the ripples died and walk it back, then bam and the fight would be on.
It was'nt just the fishing I loved, but, being by myself on a clear warm night, with the stars twinkling and the reflections on the surface of the water. when the fish shut off I'd pour a cup of coffee and sit back and think, and listen to the sounds around me.
I had a fishing buddy, that cancer took, we had some great conversations back then, he loved the cats, and that's what we fished for then, he'd always smoke me, my line could be ten feet from his, yet he caught all the fish. I miss my friend, but in a way I'm glad he's not here to see what's happened to our world. I tried to go with different people after he died, but, it just wasn't the same, so, that's when I went solo.
Now, I don't go at all, every piece of equipment I have is covered with dust and cobwebs, unused and silently waiting. I'd try to sell it, but just can't bring myself to part with anything, I look at lures and see the bass that one took, or the one that finally brought in a muskie, that was something I'll never forget. So, they sit, and after I croak off then my wife can dispose of everything, but night fishing can't be beat.
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