12-12-2005, 08:18 PM
Hi all
I discovered recently that my wife has ordered a wonderful Christmas present for me (she is unaware of my discovery, as I do not want to spoil her surprize) - a Fishcat 4 Deluxe. To say the least I am over the moon. I immediately set about finding out all i could about this baby so that I will be prepared and equipped come Spring. In my search, I disovered this gem of a site. This will be my first tube, so I would like to introduce myself with a little history, and promise not to put you to sleep.
I am originally from South Africa (arrived in the good 'ol US in '97)and have been fishing for nearly 32 years, and all over the world and mostly salt walter.
The only freshwater I had ever done was fly fishing to which I had been introduced in late '94. However South Africa is not exactly a Trout Mecca, to say the least. It wasn't until I arrived in this wonderful country that I waas able to experience truly great fly fishing. Just when I thought it could not get any better, it did.
My wife and I were fishing in a small resevoir in upstate New York at the beginning of the Spring, flipping spinner baits and Rapalas for Pickerel when fate handed me an evil drug.
My Pole bowed, my line strained and my blood rushed. My mind wrestled with my andrenaline soaked muscles to maintain control of myself for fear of my bowels letting lose. I was all too convinced I had hooked into a monster pickerel when suddenly the surface broke and a small largemouth bass tail-danced the glistening ripples for me! This splendoured sight was repeated several times for me before my exhausted aquatic acrobat sidled up to my legs and gave in.
It was the first bass I had ever caught. It was a mere 1lb3oz, but it had felt like a sailfish to me. Thereafter not a bass fishing show or article escaped my searching gaze in my quest to learn everything i could about this hydro-athlete so that I may have that spectacle replayed over and over.
Soon my wife and I were hiking into dense forest, crossing knee-deep mud and braving all fauna and flora barring our way to these hidden treasure troves hinting at the promise of big bass.
Well it seems, we had arrived at a new challenge. Many of these places we would visit only allowed limited access to wader-clad bass hunters. It was time to up the stakes and get into every nook and crannie on every lake we could.
A float tube was the obvious choice. I had spent weeks toying with the idea of getting my wife and I one, but decided to wait 'till next year. It seems my wife has beaten me to it! God I love her!
And now I have found this wondeful community. Yehaaw! Looks like next year is going to be a cooker!
AB
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I discovered recently that my wife has ordered a wonderful Christmas present for me (she is unaware of my discovery, as I do not want to spoil her surprize) - a Fishcat 4 Deluxe. To say the least I am over the moon. I immediately set about finding out all i could about this baby so that I will be prepared and equipped come Spring. In my search, I disovered this gem of a site. This will be my first tube, so I would like to introduce myself with a little history, and promise not to put you to sleep.
I am originally from South Africa (arrived in the good 'ol US in '97)and have been fishing for nearly 32 years, and all over the world and mostly salt walter.
The only freshwater I had ever done was fly fishing to which I had been introduced in late '94. However South Africa is not exactly a Trout Mecca, to say the least. It wasn't until I arrived in this wonderful country that I waas able to experience truly great fly fishing. Just when I thought it could not get any better, it did.
My wife and I were fishing in a small resevoir in upstate New York at the beginning of the Spring, flipping spinner baits and Rapalas for Pickerel when fate handed me an evil drug.
My Pole bowed, my line strained and my blood rushed. My mind wrestled with my andrenaline soaked muscles to maintain control of myself for fear of my bowels letting lose. I was all too convinced I had hooked into a monster pickerel when suddenly the surface broke and a small largemouth bass tail-danced the glistening ripples for me! This splendoured sight was repeated several times for me before my exhausted aquatic acrobat sidled up to my legs and gave in.
It was the first bass I had ever caught. It was a mere 1lb3oz, but it had felt like a sailfish to me. Thereafter not a bass fishing show or article escaped my searching gaze in my quest to learn everything i could about this hydro-athlete so that I may have that spectacle replayed over and over.
Soon my wife and I were hiking into dense forest, crossing knee-deep mud and braving all fauna and flora barring our way to these hidden treasure troves hinting at the promise of big bass.
Well it seems, we had arrived at a new challenge. Many of these places we would visit only allowed limited access to wader-clad bass hunters. It was time to up the stakes and get into every nook and crannie on every lake we could.
A float tube was the obvious choice. I had spent weeks toying with the idea of getting my wife and I one, but decided to wait 'till next year. It seems my wife has beaten me to it! God I love her!
And now I have found this wondeful community. Yehaaw! Looks like next year is going to be a cooker!
AB
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