The weather was simply too nice to be inside last week — I had to go fishing. It felt odd to consider a day of fishing when I had been looking forward to hunting season since last year. The air felt and smelled like hunting season, my truck was in full-blown hunting rig mode and camo decorated the coat rack at home.
“To heck with it,” I said. “I am going fishing.” I felt like I was cheating.
The bonus Indian summer day started early with a ride to the river’s edge. The morning air was as crisp as a fall apple and the chill along the river road required a fleece pullover. The Suburban’s tires crunched the dry, fallen leaves, and the parched gravel caused a dust trail to follow the vehicle down the one-lane road.
Rounding a bend, a flock of turkeys poked their heads up to see what the ruckus was about. The old mother hen let out a quick “putt” as she ran up the hillside with her flock scurrying around in every direction. I thought of my hunting buddy and his passion for fall turkey hunting and his repeated invitations to join him on a day or two of hunting this fall.
With the oar frame secured to the raft, we pushed off the bank and pointed the nose downstream. We drifted past an eddy, startling a group of wood ducks. “Oo-eek, oo-eek, oo-eek,” echoed across the river as they beat their wings hard against the water, making ripples and splashes as they lifted into the air. I was reminded of how much I enjoy waterfowl hunting and that there’s still much preparation and scouting to be done before the season opens again.
We drifted downstream, searching for a clue as to where the smallmouth might be hiding in the cold waters of the New River. Casting along a rock bank, I caught a glimpse of movement on the hillside. A chunky fox squirrel was bouncing up a downed tree with a prized nut in his mouth. He stopped and looked at us in surprise. I could only imagine what he was thinking — “Little late to be float fishing, isn’t it, gentlemen?”
My thoughts drifted off to massive oak trees lining a fence-row-edge field of my youth. I used to love to chase big fox squirrels with a .22 rifle on a crisp, fall day. “What a perfect day for squirrel hunting,” I murmured under my breath as the raft’s nose bobbed over a small wave.
As the sun’s rays broke the canyon’s rim, the light lit our faces and warmed our cold fingers. I continued to cast. Two hours into the drift, I had not lifted a fish into the boat. At the top of a small rapid, we drove the raft upon a submerged rock to park the boat in position to cast into the slick waters of the river. The flow of the water was quick as it rushed to make whitewater in the shoal below. I pitched the soft-plastic bait upstream and retrieved it slowly along the river’s bottom. The rod bounced hard as I set the hook on the first fish of the day. After several more fish were landed, the pattern was determined and we continued to catch fish at a steady pace the remaining miles of the float.
As the take-out appeared on river left, I made a final cast into the swirly waters. I was rewarded with a chunky smallmouth full of fight as I reeled him through the cold waters of a gorgeous autumn day. Late in the afternoon, perched on a fishing seat in the middle of the New River, I realized I didn’t feel like I was cheating anymore. It was a blessed Indian summer day and I was simply glad in it.
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Appreciating a gift day
Recent stretch of warm days provided an unexpected fishing opportunity
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Hunting has become more mainstream
As sportsmen, we live by an ethical code of conduct. We are taught by our mentors not to take our way of life for granted and to be aware of our actions as not to cause offense to others. In short, we are taught to behave in a manner as to not make a non-hunter into an anti-hunter.
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Birding among outdoor passions
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Setting the record straight on rabbits
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Fickle weather can wreck plans
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Black deer among nature’s rarities
A few weeks ago, Joan Robinson contacted me after she noticed something out of the usual while driving along a Hampshire County backroad in the Eastern Panhandle. It was so unusual she even questioned herself at what her eyes were actually seeing.
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Male half of nesting eagle pair feared dead
One of southern West Virginia’s much-loved and only confirmed pair of nesting American Bald Eagles is suspected dead and the pair’s eggs located at the tip of Brooks Island off W.Va. 20 are in jeopardy.
Wendy Perrone, executive director of Three River Avian Center, said National Park Service Law Enforcement was notified that an Amtrak train hit the eagle Sunday around 10:30 a.m.
Since Sunday, the Park Service, Three Rivers and dedicated volunteers have scouted the track and surrounding area from Brooks Island to Sandstone Falls, but no one has recovered the bird. The male bird, affectionately called Whitey, has also not returned to the nest, leading experts to believe he was killed. -
There is help for anglers getting started
According to statistics from the National Surveys of Fishing, Hunting, and Wildlife-Associated Recreation, which are published every five years, the number of anglers in the U.S. is in a steady decline. Over the last 20 years the number of anglers has dropped from 35.6 million in 1991 to 33.1 million in 2011.
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Beckley among places to ‘talk turkey’
This past week brought us snow and rain. Like my kids are fond of saying in a very sarcastic tone, “Really?” For the sportsmen in our area, the last couple of days of winter can be a downtime in the action. For those needing to scratch the hunting and fishing itch, I have a little news that might just do the trick.
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‘How do robins survive winter conditions?’
Winter must be winding down because I’m getting letters and e-mails about winter robins.
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Sequester impacting hunting, fishing industries
A news release from Bass Anglers Sportsman Society (B.A.S.S.) Communications came across my desk this week, and I felt the information was worth sharing.
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