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Joe Haubenreich wrote:
Successful anglers have to
be willing to lose a few lures sometimes in order to go into the thickest of
cover to root out bass that hunker down there.


Joe please clarify for Dave's sake that you do not mean cast your
crankbaits into the 40 foot high Pinetrees, as there are no bass up
that high. he seems to think that's where all the big lunkers live

40-foot high branches... no. 18-foot high.... OK. 18 feet above the water is
as high as an angler ought to hang their crankbaits. I tried to teach
Charles how to do it, but he never could get the hang of it. Heaven knows I
demonstrated it enough times, but as we've determined by his recent actions,
the boy is sort of "tetched."

If an angler doesn't hang his lures in trees, doesn't that take the
challenge out of fishing? I mean, anyone can sit or stand on a boat deck all
day, throw lures into the water, and wind them back in. Really, what skill
is involved in that?

But to step from a pitching deck onto what looks like solid shore, only to
discover it's really just a mat of weeds floating over nine inches of water,
to shake the algae from your right leg and then to crawl through poison ivy,
stick-tights, and brambles to reach the base of the tree, shred your palms
as you shinny up the coarse trunk, creep out on a three-inch diameter branch
eighteen feet over the water (it looked a lot thicker from below), pausing
every time you hear a c-r-e-e-e-a-k or popping, cracking sound (noticing
that the branch is now seventeen feet over the water.... now sixteen... now
fifteen.... GET A MOVE ON!), tendons popping and muscles protesting as you
stretch your torso and arm to somehow grow an extra inch or two on the end
of your arm, relaxing your grip on another branch to gain a last few
precious inches, shake and then regain your balance as you are startled by
your partner's camera flash from below, stabbing a hook in your finger as
you attempt to untie with only two fingers the Gordian knot your lure
managed to tie with unbreakable seventeen pound test line around an equally
tenacious wad of leaves right at the limits of your reach, sweat dripping
into your eyes but having no free hand to wipe your forehead and being too
unsure of your balance to even shake your head, finally retrieving your bait
and edging back toward the trunk and thence back to terra firma, losing your
grip and jumping the last three feet to the earth, landing on one foot and
wrenching your ankle on the side of a rock that gives way and tumbles toward
your waiting boat as a hot lance of pain pierces your leg and a red curtain
sweeps across your vision and you fight to remain conscious and in
possession of the Vienna Sausages, crackers, and Mountain Dew you ate for
lunch, then slipping down the bank while grabbing a handful of poison ivy to
slow your descent, stopping only when your left shoe has filled with
lakewater, scraping your shin as you jump for the boat that is retreating
from your attack, and finally tossing your prize lure onto the deck and
glaring at your howling partner in triumph. Now THAT's fishing!

Joe


"alwaysfishking" wrote in message
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Joe Haubenreich wrote:
Successful anglers have to
be willing to lose a few lures sometimes in order to go into the thickest
of
cover to root out bass that hunker down there.


Joe please clarify for Dave's sake that you do not mean cast your
crankbaits into the 40 foot high Pinetrees, as there are no bass up
that high. he seems to think that's where all the big lunkers live

"Joe Haubenreich" wrote in
message . ..

But to step from a pitching deck onto what looks like solid shore, only to
discover it's really just a mat of weeds floating over nine inches of
water,
to shake the algae from your right leg and then to crawl through poison
ivy,
stick-tights, and brambles to reach the base of the tree, shred your palms
as you shinny up the coarse trunk, creep out on a three-inch diameter
branch
eighteen feet over the water (it looked a lot thicker from below), pausing
every time you hear a c-r-e-e-e-a-k or popping, cracking sound (noticing
that the branch is now seventeen feet over the water.... now sixteen...
now
fifteen.... GET A MOVE ON!), tendons popping and muscles protesting as you
stretch your torso and arm to somehow grow an extra inch or two on the end
of your arm, relaxing your grip on another branch to gain a last few
precious inches, shake and then regain your balance as you are startled by
your partner's camera flash from below, stabbing a hook in your finger as
you attempt to untie with only two fingers the Gordian knot your lure
managed to tie with unbreakable seventeen pound test line around an
equally
tenacious wad of leaves right at the limits of your reach, sweat dripping
into your eyes but having no free hand to wipe your forehead and being too
unsure of your balance to even shake your head, finally retrieving your
bait
and edging back toward the trunk and thence back to terra firma, losing
your
grip and jumping the last three feet to the earth, landing on one foot and
wrenching your ankle on the side of a rock that gives way and tumbles
toward
your waiting boat as a hot lance of pain pierces your leg and a red
curtain
sweeps across your vision and you fight to remain conscious and in
possession of the Vienna Sausages, crackers, and Mountain Dew you ate for
lunch, then slipping down the bank while grabbing a handful of poison ivy
to
slow your descent, stopping only when your left shoe has filled with
lakewater, scraping your shin as you jump for the boat that is retreating
from your attack, and finally tossing your prize lure onto the deck and
glaring at your howling partner in triumph. Now THAT's fishing!

Wow! That's one long sentence.


--
Bob La Londe
Fishing Arizona & The Colorado River
Fishing Forums & Contests
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Joe Haubenreich wrote:


Just about the funniest thing I have read in a while. That should be
printed on a Tee shirt. Too funny Joe, you have a way with words my
friend.

Joe, the branch technique actually works for catching fish. When I
first got married many years ago, I took my wife to a lake for some
bass fishing. A cast with a plastic worm got away from me and flew
over a branch about 10 feet off the water. Too embarrased to admit
that I couldn't cast well, I slowly fed line out of the reel and let
the worm drop into the water like I was actually trying to do this from
the start. To my surprise I felt a tap and set the hook. I started to
reel and up came a largemouth. I reeled it about 4 feet above the
water and gave the rod to my wife so she could keep reeling as I ran
the trolling motor over to it. I got uder it and she lowered it to me
and I unhooked it and threw it back pretending it was just another way
of catching them. It didn't turn out to be much of a pattern though as
I have never been able to duplicate it again.

I've done that a time or two. One time was classic... I was teaching a
novice angler some different presentations, and the pond we were fishing was
lined with trees overhanging the water. Bass were enjoying the shade, and
when we threw back under the branches and swam our spinnerbaits out, if the
bass were there they nailed them just as the baits flashed into the
sunlight. I told Tom to watch this next trick, and I allowed my lure to
smack into a leafy bough and shook it enough so that it fell loose, the line
over the limb. Just at the waterline, I started jiggling the bait, making a
plopping commotion, and within five seconds the biggest bass of the
afternoon, easily three pounds, blew up on it. The weight of the bass and my
pressure pulled the limber branch down until the line slipped loose, and I
was able to lead it out to the boat. Like you, I pretended that it happened
that way all the time. Tommy was amazed I wasn't charging for the lessons on
sure-fire ways to catch bass. Little did he know....

Joe
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"gwilber" wrote in message
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Joe, the branch technique actually works for catching fish. When I
first got married many years ago, I took my wife to a lake for some
bass fishing. A cast with a plastic worm got away from me and flew
over a branch about 10 feet off the water. Too embarrased to admit
that I couldn't cast well, I slowly fed line out of the reel and let
the worm drop into the water like I was actually trying to do this from
the start. To my surprise I felt a tap and set the hook. I started to
reel and up came a largemouth. I reeled it about 4 feet above the
water and gave the rod to my wife so she could keep reeling as I ran
the trolling motor over to it. I got uder it and she lowered it to me
and I unhooked it and threw it back pretending it was just another way
of catching them. It didn't turn out to be much of a pattern though as
I have never been able to duplicate it again.

"Joe Haubenreich" wrote in
message . ..
I've done that a time or two. One time was classic... I was teaching a
novice angler some different presentations, and the pond we were fishing
was
lined with trees overhanging the water. Bass were enjoying the shade, and
when we threw back under the branches and swam our spinnerbaits out, if
the
bass were there they nailed them just as the baits flashed into the
sunlight. I told Tom to watch this next trick, and I allowed my lure to
smack into a leafy bough and shook it enough so that it fell loose, the
line
over the limb. Just at the waterline, I started jiggling the bait, making
a
plopping commotion, and within five seconds the biggest bass of the
afternoon, easily three pounds, blew up on it. The weight of the bass and
my
pressure pulled the limber branch down until the line slipped loose, and I
was able to lead it out to the boat. Like you, I pretended that it
happened
that way all the time. Tommy was amazed I wasn't charging for the lessons
on
sure-fire ways to catch bass. Little did he know....

Joe


When I first started trying to bass fish seriously a couple years ago I had
something like that happen, but I definitely duplicated it.

There I was with my fancy new hunert an seventy five doller flipping stick
and a fancy fliiping reel trying to learn what was so wonderful about stick
a perfectly good lure into the brush.

Weee.... crash. Hmmm.... Ain't no water up there. Wee.... Splash. Dang
I'm ten feet short of the bank again. (I had the boat about ten feet from
the bank. Weee... Clonk. No fish on the back deck either. Weee
cra-splish. Hey! It hit the water back in there. Too bad its over that
branch. Thunk. Wooo hooo! Fish on.

As I worked my way back and fdorth along those brush banks in Mittry Lake I
noticed something.

If I flipped to the edge of the brush I caught nothing.
If I flipped under the brush I caught nothing.
If I flipped in open water I caught nothing.
If I flipped up in the trees I caught nothing.
If I flipped on the back deck of the boat I occassionaly snagged the boat.

If I put the bait over a twig or branch so the line hung vertically over it
and then sawed it back and forth to make the bait go straight up and down I
would get clobbered almost everytime.

Don't dismiss that over a branch presentation.


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Bob La Londe
Fishing Arizona & The Colorado River
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I did nearly the same one incredibly hot Sunday morning in central
Alabama many moons ago.....except that what bit my offering was a
sunfish, not a bass, and it jumped nearly a foot out the water to hit
my crank bait - of all things.

Doug, my co-worker and fishing mentor back then sat on the
deck of his boat and laughed.....

Jim