Sunday, March 24, 2013

Cold Turkey-Less

So we are still turkey less. The weather has turned cold, rainy, and not much fit for this time of hunting, never mind what it has done to the love lorn gobblers who have become tight lipped. Ah, but wait, I see a lake!



So let's scrounge up some fishing gear, after all I did grow up around this type of red dirt land fishing, back before I hit the salt. My favorite young adult male partner in crime and I pulled out some old spinning gear from a secret stash and hit the banks. Can you say a day salvaged in God's outdoors, and you know sometimes just getting back to the simple form of things can be the best. We caught plenty of fish, and all were returned back to play another day.


Of course the largest bass of the day, was photographed on my young adult male partners I-POD, somehow didn't transfer to my computer. At least that's my story. Just kidding.


Old Capt Sends.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Osceola's Ghost


A strange sickness affects some folks this time of year, and no, I am not speaking of the seasonal allergies. I am speaking instead of a ailment known as turkey fever. It effects a lot of otherwise upstanding people, even to include old fishing captains.

In Florida, we are into the first week of this seasonal madness, and while I have not been struck as hard this year as in years past, never the less I am struck just the same. We here in the sunshine state have our own strain of eastern wild turkeys known as Osceola after a beloved Seminole Chief, who never surrendered to federal authority. Next week we can pursue the Georgia strain north of the St. Mary's.

Nothing that makes you watch the sun rise in a cypress bottom, as the world comes to life, is all bad. It is still cold enough in the wee hours to be warmly dressed, and the bugs are not yet removing pieces of flesh from you're body. One must know though that time is close at hand. I thank God for these time, as it is when he thumps me on the head and makes me take notice of the beauty of nature all around. The woods are starting to get green again, and it always seems as if a celebration after winter months.

Today, I went old school and bare boned on the morning call. I carried my grandfathers old 16 gauge shotgun, instead of the modern 3 and 1/2 inch bore cannon I normally hunt with. I used only one call, a gift from my Uncle Pat, whom I spent so much time hunting with, and I carried a knife that belonged to my Dad. We had a great hunt.

There is no great bird to post pictures of today, because the shot just didn't happen, and that's fine with me. I was touched with a show at dawn like no other. I have to fish tomorrow so no bird hunting, but looking forward to more time in the turkey woods next week, with some more very special hunting partners. In closing I raise a toast to old Osceola, who just like his namesake moved like a ghost through the woods today.

Old Captain Sends. 

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Fishing For Integrity

The 31st Commandant of the Marine Corps, General Charles Chandler Krulak, once told me that the book of proverbs should be called "the practical book of ethics".  On this I could not agree more, most especally as I remember by Dad today on his birthday.

I am glad for all that my Dad taught me about fishing and hunting, as well as about life in general. While we always didn't see things the same way, mostly because of wreckless ways, I always respected him. Maybe over time I got smarter, I like to think so anyway. He taught me how to hunt and fish, and he showed me how important it was to take care of your family, and to be a man of faith. Mainly it was the way he lived, that was always the best example to me. He was ethics and integrity.

Proverbs 20:7 pretty much suns it all up, as it states " The righteous walk in integrity—
happy are the children who follow them!" Today I am happy that I had the Dad I did, he taught me what I needed know to be a success in life, a naval legand, and well on my way to being the greatest fisherman ever. Happy Birthday Pop, I love you.

Old Captain sends.  

   

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Sights Of The Marsh


Don't know why he is there, almost looked like he was stuck.


Next Boat?


Nobody rides for free, he better start catching fish soon!


Golden Isles

Old Captain Sends.

Too Much Fishing Gear?



There is no such thing! You might as well say you've had too much fun. A person who plays golf is allowed to have fourteen clubs in a bag, I am as at least as entitled as a golfer. Every rod and reel has its own special use, there just is no, and I repeat no one size fits all in fishing gear.

I own the gambit from deep sea trolling rods, to ultra lite pan fish rods. I have fly rods, and bait casters, spinning rods, and black widow poles, that I fish the swamp with. Along with rods and reels, one must have a good selection of hooks, sinkers, lures, and bags and boxes to keep it all in. We are lucky in this day in age to be able to order all this gear and have it delivered right to our very door, which also means I get a lot of catalogs in the mail, that wind up stacked on my reading table.

Since the two young adult males and I now share bachelor officer quarters, we can even decorate with our fishing gear, and why not. It reminds me of happy times. Some guys, have a man cave, I have a man house, not that I wished for this, but I am determined to make the best of it.

So if you are a non fishing type who shares time and space with a fisherman, give them a break and embrace their ad vocation and their gear. Always remember fisherman are the best people, when Jesus needed help he went to the docks, not the golf course.

Matthew 4 :19.

By the way the fishing is great, spring is upon us, and after a light rain last night everything is fresh and greener today. Get out and enjoy God's beauty.

Old Captain Sends.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Do We All Want To Be Irish?

It is indeed Saint Patrick's day, what a great day for the Irish. On this day celebrated around the world, supposedly in honor of the patron saint of Ireland, who as I was told, ran all the snakes of the island.

Green beer, green rivers, wearing of the green and getting pinched if you don't. Leave it to a people who have had so much heartbreak, to give us so much fun and Guinness too. Everyone it has been said can be Irish today, and you can hear more claims of it today than any other time. I can hardly wait for Cinco de Mayo, then we can all claim to be Mexican and drink lots of Corona.

My point is this, we Americans have been lead to believe we can be what ever we want to be. I guess we can. We as a people seem to look for reasons to celebrate anything, and it usually includes the liberal use of alcohol, not that I am against this per say, I am just glad we pick fun countries like Ireland and Mexico to celebrate with. Just think it could be Saudi Arabia Day where we could all go for a camel ride, or North Korea Day where we all eat liberal amounts of kimchi. We have chosen well.

So, enjoy your corn beef, have another green beer and remember its damn good to be American.   

Dropkick Murphys - Amazing Grace (Good Quality Studio)

St. Patrick's Day! Let's Roll!

Saturday, March 16, 2013

My All Time Finest Catch

Every old fisherman has got that story of their most famous catch, and in this regard I am no different. Being that my best catch ever occurred in the month of March, I thought I would share the story.

Way back in 1990 sometime between operations "Earnest Will" and "Desert Storm", the old Captain found himself stationed at NATTC Millington Tennessee. The Navy in it's infinite wisdom, saw fit that I should attend AVI-C7 school in advanced electronics. Going to C7 school is not some of my fonder memories, however during that time I did make my finest catch. The finest to ever come out of the Memphis area.

When the catch was made I had no intention of it ever being a catch and release, which it wound up being, because I knew I had a keeper. I did get to keep my precious catch with me together in the live well of life for twenty two years, before she was released to a greater fisherman than I.

I married my finest catch and the love of my life on Saint Patrick's day 1990 in a room in front of an Irish judge, and no matter how long I live or fish, there will be no greater accomplishment, nor finer catch.

The days are getting longer and the weather warmer, the turkeys are strutting, and I think about her every day. I think of telling her all about the days fishing, then it hits me again. I took a walk in our woods today and found a red fern, I knew that was a sign, everything was going to be alright, and that she is walking in a better place with our Lord, no longer in pain. I know she knows I am doing my best, some days it is better than others, but it is always the best I can do. My main hope these days is when I am caught and pulled in from this world, that the great fisherman judges me good enough to keep and I get to be back with my finest catch.

Happy St Patrick's day to one and all!
May those that love us, love us,
and if not may God turn their hearts,
and if he can't turn their hearts, may he
turn their ankles, so that we know them by their limping.

God Bless,
Old Captain sends. 

Friday, March 15, 2013

Coming Into Port



Nothing like being a sailor pulling into port. The anticipation of liberty and time spent ashore. Firm ground under your feet, the smell of food, the sound of music from the shops and pubs along the water front. Pulling in, may be one of the best parts of life, for those who spend their time upon the sea.

It is still the same for the old fisherman, coming in at the end of a beautiful day on God's waters. Today we were blessed and the box is full of fish, and we pull into port where the stares and stripes still fly proudly. My home port. I am so full of blessings, and I can only think to share the words of Robert Louis Stevenson.

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

Old Captain sends.
 




Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Virgil Brawley: "Bottle Tree"

Bottle Trees


What does an old Captain, think about on a rainy spring day, when its better to be ashore that upon the water? Well today along with the house chores and laundry, I decided to clean up bottles for my bottle tree. Now some amongst you may wounder, why on earth would you display to the world your empty bottles in your very yard? Well I will attempt to explain.

   
Although glass was made deliberately as early as 3500 B.C. in northern Africa, hollow glass bottles began appearing around 1600 B.C. in Egypt and Mesopotamia. Clear glass was invented in Alexandria around 100 A.D.
 
Soon around then, tales began to circulate that spirits could live in bottles - probably from when people heard sounds caused by wind blowing over bottle openings. This led to the belief in "bottle imps" and genies (from the Arabic word djinn) that could be captured in bottles (remember Aladdin and his magic lamp? This story originated as an Arabian folk tale dating back thousands of years, even before clear glass was invented). Somewhere in there, people started using glass to capture or repel bad spirits. The idea was, roaming night spirits would be lured into and trapped in bottles placed around entryways, and morning light would destroy them.

A common story is that the superstition came to the rural south with the slaves from Africa. It was thought that a tree with bottles in ones yard would keep the bad spirits, or haints, from entering ones house. This was adopted by all peoples of the region and even grew in popularity during the great depression time frame. The most favored color for this became blue.

"Haint blue" is a vivid color commonly found on window shutters, doors, and porch ceilings all over the world, especially in Southeast United States, the Caribbean,and sub-Saharan Africa. More concept than specific color, it ranges from light or "baby" blue to periwinkle to blue-green.
By the way, some references claim that because lime was a common ingredient in early paints, it would keep flies, wasps, and other insects from landing on the painted surfaces, which is one reason ceilings were painted with it. Modern paints, which don't contain lime, are probably no longer effective as insect repellents based on color alone.
 
And the word "haint" is not an African term; it is from the same root word as "haunt" - most likely from the German/French/Middle English "hanter" (c.1330), which meant to stalk, to make uneasy, to inhabit. The verb was first recorded 1590 in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. The noun meaning "spirit that haunts a place, ghost" is first recorded 1843, originally in stereotypical African-American speech.
 
Also referred to as the poor mans stained glass, if you chose to make a bottle tree, you can use any color which suits your fancy. Bottle trees are mentioned by some of my favorite authors, very prominently by Eudora Welty, and James Lee Burke. I like the stories and the lore, and if my bottles offend you, don't look at them, just know I'm safe in my haint free zone.
 
Old Captain sends..
 
Information provided from "Bottle Tree History" by Felder Rushing.
 
 

Saturday, March 9, 2013

A Tail Of Two Fishes


One of the best benefits of fishing the inshore coastal waters is that we have a large mixed bag of fish species to pursue. Every now and again the mix can be surprising.

Yesterday while hiding from the cool wind we ran up a small creek, and the fish finder lit up with activity when crossed over a hole in a bend. Thinking we had discovered the mother lode of trout, we anchored up and went to work. Much to my surprise, what we had stumbled across was a pod of blue freshwater catfish. Now all of you purest anglers out there, don't go hate'n, because this old fisherman can't turn down fresh fried catfish. A little hold over from my red dirt upbringing, I suppose.

A fat 15 inch trout wound up on the ice as well, his bad luck for hanging with a rough crowd. It was another beautiful day on the water here, and as the days grow longer again it will only get better. As my buddy Phil Robertson says "Lord we want to thank you for another day on planet earth, and for these fine fish."

Old Captain sends.


Thursday, March 7, 2013

Ten Years After - I' d Love To Change The World

40 Years After


Last night I read the sad news of the passing of Alvin Lee, the hard rocking guitarist and front man for the band Ten Years After.

Back around forty years ago, when I was a long haired teen back home in the red dirt country, rock and roll guitar players were some of my biggest heroes and influences. FM radio was free form style and some times played whole album sides of music without interruption. FM was what satellite radio is today, there was just less of them around. I first heard Ten Years After play "Goin Home" on WRAS radio out of Georgia State University in Atlanta and was blown away. It is wise to point out at this point the music scene in Atlanta was very progressive and very exciting. Atlanta was still called Atlanta, and not referred to as the ATL, after all we were the "Phoenix City Of The South", but I digress.

Alvin Lee was also touring and recording with a local Atlanta gospel singer, and sometimes rocker, Mylon LeFevre. Their album "On The Road To Freedom" is a must hear for any Lee fan. It was also in Atlanta that I first saw the movie "Woodstock", which has the amazing footage of Ten Years After playing "Goin Home". This is also a must see. His red guitar , his lighting fast fingers on the neck, the jutting chin and general tough attitude, had me hooked. Today I have his music on my I-Pod and my sons love it as well.

Ironically, Lee's greatest commercial success with Ten Years After, was a song called "I'd Love To Change The World". It is also the only Ten Years After Song I mastered on guitar. It fueled a rage for some in my age group to try and change things. Vietnam ended, Nixon left, and some of us cut our hair and spent 32 years fighting for our country and for freedom, but look out, were not done yet!

Alvin, rest in peace, my brother, in your own way you did help change the world.

Old Captain sends.



 

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Fess Parker - Ballad of Davy Crockett (1955)

When your up to your neck ......

There is a an old saying when your up to your neck in alligators, it's hard to remember your mission was to drain the swamp.

One hundred seventy seven years ago today, the Alamo fell. One hundred eighty defenders fought to their death defending it, while seeking independence from Mexico. The last conventional battle Mexico won over us.

Way back in the 60's, when I was a kid growing up in the red dirt country, Walt Disney turned an actor named Fess Parker into Davy Crockett for all time. Ole Davy was one of my heroes always facing down the enemy on the side of right.

In real life Mr. Crockett was a very colorful man and an early congressmen from the state of Tennessee. He eventually got so fed up with the on going circus of congress, that he upon being defeated for re election told the members of congress "You may all go to hell, I'll go to Texas". Now we all know the rest of the story.  Ironic with what is going on in congress today.

Fishing is still slow here in the land of the trembling earth, but I can feel good times are on the way. Had a less than stellar trip out to the jetties with just a couple of sharks and one slot red fish. Stay tuned.

Old Captain sends.

Friday, March 1, 2013

Jimi Hendrix Live : The Wind cries Mary


In Like A Lion

It is said that if March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb. Coming in like a lion is very much the case here between the swamp and the sea this year. Windy, windy, windy, and another possible freeze coming. I got to thinking about weather saying, like the one mentioned above, so I turned to the Farmer's Almanac and I found out the following.

 “If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb?”
Is there any truth to this saying??? Weather sayings are as colorful as our imagination. While many sayings are based on careful observations and turn out to be accurate, others are merely rhymes or beliefs of the people who came before us.

Those people often believed that bad spirits could affect the weather adversely, so they were cautious as to what they did or did not do in certain situations. Those beliefs often included ideas that there should be a balance in weather and life. So, if a month came in bad (like a lion), it should go out good and calm (like a lamb).

With March being such a changeable month, in which we can see warm spring-like temperatures or late-season snowstorms, you can understand how this saying might hold true in some instances. We can only hope that if March starts off cold and stormy it will end warm and sunny, but the key word is hope. However, this saying seems be to more of a rhyme rather than a true weather predictor.

Some other March related lore includes:
A dry March and a wet May?Fill barns and bays with corn and hay.
As it rains in March so it rains in June.
March winds and April showers? Bring forth May flowers.
What will the weather be like in March?

My Gramps always told me that you had to plant potatoes when it was dark nights in February, so this is what I did, but now have to defend the plants against the lion of March.

Anyway I do hope the wind will lay a bit and I can be back on the water full time. After all I am a fisherman and not a farmer.

Old Captain sends.