Pond fishing

[Sarge]

Fished a couple hours tonight at a friend's pond. Weather was perfect- about 75 degrees. Fish were active. No interest in a square-billed crank or a couple different top waters. All the action was on plastic - Berkley Power Worms, Zoom G Tail, and Strike King Game Hawg. I landed 4 largemouth...a couple dinks and two were 1-1.5 lb. Several more came unbuttoned and per my usual, the big one got away. Good, solid hook set ... I thought ... But it surfaced, splashed, and spit out the hook. Son of a... I love fishing...it relaxes me.

Good times!


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[OutdoorEnvy]

and per my usual, the big one got away

LMAO!!!  I know what you mean on all accounts.  I enjoy fishing regardless of the outcome. 

[wsdstan]

Yep, the bigger they are the more often they spit the hook.  Sometimes they jump out of the water and you just about go nuts over how big they are.  Must be a natural talent they have or we lack.   

[madmax]

One of my earliest memories was of my babysitter taking me down to our farm pond with a can of worms we dug and a cane pole. I remember being astounded that that wiggly creature at the end of my pole (first fish) came out of that water.  I remember every minute of that experience.  I still love panfishing.

Thank you Gramma Erkslaven.

[Orbean]

I grew up next to a golf course with ponds. The neighborhood kids, we would sneek out late and fish them. Bluegills, catfish, and huge goldfish. Growing up in the city, we still had the drive to seek out wild areas. We would put together "survival" kits, putting them in margarine containers and set out on day long adventures. We would fish the acequias ( irrigation ditches) hanging out under huge cottonwood trees. Those were the days.

[OutdoorEnvy]

I grew up next to a golf course with ponds. The neighborhood kids, we would sneek out late and fish them. Bluegills, catfish, and huge goldfish. Growing up in the city, we still had the drive to seek out wild areas. We would put together "survival" kits, putting them in margarine containers and set out on day long adventures. We would fish the acequias ( irrigation ditches) hanging out under huge cottonwood trees. Those were the days.

Wow Orbean!  That is basically my childhood as well.  LOL!  I grew up right next to a golf course too and basically lived my days on it.  There was an area on our course that was owned by them but not part of the actual course.  There was a golf cart junkyard and 3 ponds to the side of the course.  Myself, brother and friends would spend all day fishing for bass, catfish, panfish and tromping for snakes and lizards.  The little junkyard was full or horned frogs, or hornytoads as we called them.  It was awesome and were indeed the good ol days...

It's actually the same place I take my kids to fish now.  Pretty neat to share that with them.  I've posted pics on the fishing section of the little place.

[Sarge]

I grew up next to a golf course with ponds. The neighborhood kids, we would sneek out late and fish them. Bluegills, catfish, and huge goldfish. Growing up in the city, we still had the drive to seek out wild areas. We would put together "survival" kits, putting them in margarine containers and set out on day long adventures. We would fish the acequias ( irrigation ditches) hanging out under huge cottonwood trees. Those were the days.

Wow Orbean!  That is basically my childhood as well.  LOL!  I grew up right next to a golf course too and basically lived my days on it.  There was an area on our course that was owned by them but not part of the actual course.  There was a golf cart junkyard and 3 ponds to the side of the course.  Myself, brother and friends would spend all day fishing for bass, catfish, panfish and tromping for snakes and lizards.  The little junkyard was full or horned frogs, or hornytoads as we called them.  It was awesome and were indeed the good ol days...

It's actually the same place I take my kids to fish now.  Pretty neat to share that with them.  I've posted pics on the fishing section of the little place.

That's good times.

I'm not a golfer so when I see a beautiful golf course, I just wonder if there are any nice fish in the ponds.

[Orbean]

I grew up next to a golf course with ponds. The neighborhood kids, we would sneek out late and fish them. Bluegills, catfish, and huge goldfish. Growing up in the city, we still had the drive to seek out wild areas. We would put together "survival" kits, putting them in margarine containers and set out on day long adventures. We would fish the acequias ( irrigation ditches) hanging out under huge cottonwood trees. Those were the days.

Wow Orbean!  That is basically my childhood as well.  LOL!  I grew up right next to a golf course too and basically lived my days on it.  There was an area on our course that was owned by them but not part of the actual course.  There was a golf cart junkyard and 3 ponds to the side of the course.  Myself, brother and friends would spend all day fishing for bass, catfish, panfish and tromping for snakes and lizards.  The little junkyard was full or horned frogs, or hornytoads as we called them.  It was awesome and were indeed the good ol days...

It's actually the same place I take my kids to fish now.  Pretty neat to share that with them.  I've posted pics on the fishing section of the little place.
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Same here horny toads, lizards we called blue tails and sand diggers, bull snakes and water snakes. Jack rabbits and cottontails, prarie dogs. We would get lost balls out of the ponds, selling them to fund our summer adventures. Every kid had a knife, some were nicer than others, same went for bikes. It was not uncommon to see kids walking down the street with bb guns, sling shots, and bows. Nobody was ever shot with a sling shot or an arrow, but for some reason we would turn our bb guns on each other using the golf course as our late night battle grounds. I am as I am posting this, looking at the club house right now. What was the edge of the city forty years ago is now surrounded by development that goes on for miles.

[Dano]

Sounds like a good day out Sarge!  I've had them spit out what I thought was a good hook set too...pisses me off and I think they do it just to spite us!  I've watched some pro fisher dudes on TV set the hook, and you'd swear there's no way that thing didn't just rip the whole face right off that bass, but they manage to land them anyway...

OE and Orbean, those sound like some really cool stories!!

[OutdoorEnvy]

Same here horny toads, lizards we called blue tails and sand diggers, bull snakes and water snakes. Jack rabbits and cottontails, prarie dogs. We would get lost balls out of the ponds, selling them to fund our summer adventures. Every kid had a knife, some were nicer than others, same went for bikes. It was not uncommon to see kids walking down the street with bb guns, sling shots, and bows. Nobody was ever shot with a sling shot or an arrow, but for some reason we would turn our bb guns on each other using the golf course as our late night battle grounds. I am as I am posting this, looking at the club house right now. What was the edge of the city forty years ago is now surrounded by development that goes on for miles.

LOL!  Yep.  We waded for golf balls and sold them too!  We sold them .25 a piece or 5 for $1.  We usually had between 1-2 full 5 gallon buckets going and made money all day.  We would buy burgers and snacks at the golf course diner and drive our bikes to Norman's semi-famous "Hollywood Corners"  which was a little gas station and bait/tackle shop to replenish the fishing tackle.  It's semi-famous as Bonnie and Clyde were supposedly there at some point on there early crime days.  Nowadays it's been bought out and made into a sandwich shop that Toby Keith is part owner of... Anyways...good memories there of the glass bottle cold pops and some terminal tackle. 

[Orbean]

...good memories there of the glass bottle cold pops

Cold soda in a glass bottles, man that takes me back. Cold grape or pineapple Nehi sitting by the ditch bank on a hot summer day under a huge cottonwood tree.

[PetrifiedWood]

I remember getting run off of a golf course a time or two with some friends in my youth. We used to catch red eared turtles, catfish, and other stuff. Used a cast net a time or two.

I also grew up walking distance from the Mississippi river so we would go behind the levee into the batture area and fish back there quite a bit. There were nutria, opossum, beaver, rabbits, snakes, and all kinds of wildlife back there. Used to play paintball back there too.