Any Fishing Enthusiasts here ?

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I have a cat that was born and raised in a village of Alaska Natives near Kodiak City, where I used to live . To her, deer meat and salmon (wild salmon--farmed salmon is trash!) are soul foods. Wnen I open a vacuum bag of venison she goes absolutely insane.
I killed lots of deer, in Montana, Kodiak, and Alabama. I love the taste of Alabama whitetails. So far I have harvested 11 of them in 5 seasons. We eat venison at least twice a week. The trick with it is not to cook it too much. Freezing it for two or three weeks will kill whatever parasites may be present in the meat (probably none). Then one can cook it rare or medium rare. My favorite way of cooking loin and thigh stakes is by soaking them first in a mixture of beaten eggs, milk, a spoonful of corn starch, salt, garlic powder, and grated Parmesan cheese (imported, naturally, as American "Parmesan" is terrible), then breaded and fried at medium heat in abundant peanut oil, turning them once and making sure that the breading remains golden brown, not dark brown.
When I butcher a deer, loins and most of the thigh meat are cut into steaks, less than 1/2" thick. The shoulders are left whole for oven roasts or BBQ. The rest of the meat goes into the grinder. I use the ground venison for meatloaf, hamburgers (probably the worst way of cooking ground venison, as it's very lean and the burgers turn out dry and falling apart--unless one mixes the meat with bacon grease), meatballs and spaghetti and lasagna sauce.
I guarantee, AngieMaesChix, that if you tried my venison you'd like it. My secret? I do not hang and age the deer I kill. I think that although it does tenderize the meat, it imparts a gamy flavor to it. I skin and dress the deer within an hour from harvesting them (I hunt within three miles of my house or even closer to it--last season at two hundred yards from it!), then I quarter them, separate the loins from the backbone, wash well each piece in cold water, wrap them all individually in bath towels and place them in the refrigerator. After three or four days I bone out and cut the meat, grind all the pieces that I can't make into steaks and vacuum pack and deep-freeze everything in individual packages with enough meat for two or three people (except the shoulders, that once cooked will last two or three days). I'd have a hard time telling my venison chicken-fried steaks or meatloaves and meatballs from those obtained from beef--if it weren't that I can digest the leaner deer meat much better.
Many many years ago, in Montana, we were poor and the meat we and our cats ate was mostly what I shot (deer, partridge, pheasant, grouse, cottontail rabbits, jackrabbits and ducks). One day, payday, we decided to splurge and bought two large, thick T-bone steaks. I barbecued them and we feasted on them. We really enjoyed them. But the fatty nature of well-marbled beef did not agree with our guts that had been fed a steady diet of lean venison and game. We got the runs so bad we swore off beef for quite some time. I am really worried about the spreading of CWD. If I had to quit deer hunting, besides the loss of more than three months of enjoyable hunting I would have a hard time giving up venison.

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I have been fishing since I was knee high to a grasshopper. Bass fishing with a black trick worm is the best fishing ever! Also like to night fish for channel cat with livers and when the bass aren't biting there's always a bream to catch with a microwave burnt hotdog. We have 2 stocked ponds in our backyard. One is 21' deep and a couple acres around and the other is 6' deep and may be an acre around. The new
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plan is to clear cut 40ac and turn it into a lake, YES! Cannot wait! I fish almost every day year round. It reminds me of my daddy. And that's my creole hubby's arm holding the fish in the pics. Those came from the ponds at home.
 
A bad day fishing (or hunting)is a million times better than an excellent day at work... I began "fishing" when I was three or four years old. I pretend-fished for the pictures of fish on canned fish labels, that my mom cut out for me. She made a hole near the mouth and tied a loop of thick string in the hole. Then she tied a string to a dowel and at the end of that string she tied one of those hooks used to hang pictures on the wall. I put the "fish" on the floor and placed two semicircular stuffed chairs one against the other to form a "boat," from which I managed to thread the hook through the loops and land the paper fish. I don't know how I became infatuated, obsessed with fishing. No one in my family fished. This was pre-TV, so I must have seen someone fish in a movie, as I was a city boy and had never been near a river or lake where people fished. When I was twelve a friend of the family gave me a rod and reel, but I didn't even know how to fill up the reel with line or tie a hook. Then the next summer we went on vacation to a town on the sea where my parents had lived many years before, and the son of one of my dad's old friends was an avid fisherman, both for sport with rod and reel and for a living, with a fishing boat and nets. He taught me the basics, and from then on I learned to fish on my own, by trial and error--mostly error. I spent 29 years in Kodiak, Alaska, an island which many consider a fishing paradise, the top spot in the world for fishing. Salmon, halibut, char, sea bass, Pacific cod, greenling, ling cod, sharks, herring. And giant king crab, tanner crab (snow crab), and dungeness crab, shrimp... After coming to Alabama fishing has become somewhat anticlimactic, but I still fish. What do you expect from someone who once even fished for paper fish?
 
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A bad day fishing (or hunting)is a million times better than an excellent day at work... I began "fishing" when I was three or four years old. I pretend-fished for the pictures of fish on canned fish labels, that my mom cut out for me. She made a hole near the mouth and tied a loop of thick string in the hole. Then she tied a string to a dowel and at the end of that string she tied one of those hooks used to hang pictures on the wall. I put the "fish" on the floor and placed two semicircular stuffed chairs one against the other to form a "boat," from which I managed to thread the hook through the loops and land the paper fish. I don't know how I became infatuated, obsessed with fishing. No one in my family fished. This was pre-TV, so I must have seen someone fish in a movie, as I was a city boy and had never been near a river or lake where people fished. When I was twelve a friend of the family gave me a rod and reel, but I didn't even know how to fill up the reel with line or tie a hook. Then the next summer we went on vacation to a town on the sea where my parents had lived many years before, and the son of one of my dad's old friends was an avid fisherman, both for sport with rod and reel and for a living, with a fishing boat and nets. He taught me the basics, and from then on I learned to fish on my own, by trial and error--mostly error. I spent 29 years in Kodiak, Alaska, an island which many consider a fishing paradise, the top spot in the world for fishing. Salmon, halibut, char, sea bass, Pacific cod, greenling, ling cod, sharks, herring. And giant king crab, tanner crab (snow crab), and dungeness crab, shrimp... After coming to Alabama fishing has become somewhat anticlimactic, but I still fish. What do you expect from someone who once even fished for paper fish?
Y daddy said just about the same thing you said about fishing now being anticlimactic. He used to love fishing and is the reason I'm hooked. He used to go deep sea fishing and just stayed on the water until he started commercial fishing. He said once you've caught that many fish at one time and just knowing you can catch that many again and again just took the thrill away from slinging a rod. He just died of lung cancer 12/12/18 and he knew just how much his baby girl loved to fish and he took me to a buddy of his catfish pond so he could see me fish one more time and I used to ask God to just let my daddy see me catch the biggest fish I ever caught before he leaves and that day I caught 5 catfish that weighed about 75lbs together, which was by far larger than the 7.5lb bass I caught when I was 9yrs old that daddy had mounted so he got to see my biggest fish. I hope I never experience the day I dont love to fish anymore, I now love seeing my kids fish like daddy did me when I was little and I hope the tradition continues forever. Although, I would love to go shrimping just once and try to catch some crabs...seems like it would be loads of fun.
 
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Y daddy said just about the same thing you said about fishing now being anticlimactic. He used to love fishing and is the reason I'm hooked. He used to go deep sea fishing and just stayed on the water until he started commercial fishing. He said once you've caught that many fish at one time and just knowing you can catch that many again and again just took the thrill away from slinging a rod. He just died of lung cancer 12/12/18 and he knew just how much his baby girl loved to fish and he took me to a buddy of his catfish pond so he could see me fish one more time and I used to ask God to just let my daddy see me catch the biggest fish I ever caught before he leaves and that day I caught 5 catfish that weighed about 75lbs together, which was by far larger than the 7.5lb bass I caught when I was 9yrs old that daddy had mounted so he got to see my biggest fish. I hope I never experience the day I dont love to fish anymore, I now love seeing my kids fish like daddy did me when I was little and I hope the tradition continues forever. Although, I would love to go shrimping just once and try to catch some crabs...seems like it would be loads of fun.
I taught my daughter to fish, shoot and hunt when she was still very little. She learned well and won three consecutive salmon derbies (for kids) in Kodiak. While the other kids slung hardware (spoons) and scared the fish away with the ker-plunks of the heavy lures, I had her fish with a weighted streamer fly (I tied them for myself in the winter after duck season closed) and a transparent plastic bubble on a spinning rig. They were quiet and deadly. It was fun, years later, seeing her teach her first and last boyfriend (whom she married nine years ago) how to fish for salmon in a remote area that we reached with my Argo amphibious 6x6 where we fished in the company of Kodiak bears and free-ranging bison. I hope she'll teach her daughter to fish, too. But they live in Phoenix, AZ, and I don't think there's a lot of fishing going on out there. I'd love to teach my four-year-old granddaughter to fish, but we live 1,700 miles apart. She'd have a lot of fun here catching bream with a bobber rig and mealworms for bait. I occasionally fish for them, but catch and release them, and I do the same with largemouths. I don't really like to clean and eat them. Too much work, not enough yield, and too bland a flavor. I wish there were walleyes, pike and yellow perch around here. They are really good. I do like catfish, though, and there are plenty around here. What I don't like is fishing at night and on the bottom. I find it boring and around here if you turn on a lamp to bait a hook or tie a leader on or unhook a fish, you'll have clouds of biting bugs around, so many that even if you can avoid being bitten with a good repellant, you can't help inhaling a few. I found that a red headlamp reduces the number of bugs around your face, or maybe it's because you don't see them as well as you do with white light. I envy you your pond and the opportunity you have of creating a lake. I wanted to have a nice pond on my property, but although Alabama is all red clay, ideal for building ponds, I ended up with the only parcel of land in the state that has no clay--just sand. After a 5-inch rainfall, even the largest and deepest puddles take only a couple of hours to disappear into the ground!
 
fishing season is closed here where i live, looks awesome to have stocked ponds/lakes on your land.

the farm my grand parents own has a lake on it or well like 7 acres of shore line, but it has fish in it, supposed to have northern pike, i only fished once there had a strike but nothing lots of minnows though swimming by.
 
My hubby and I had one of our best fishing days on Sunday - not quality fish-wise, but quantity. 22 total in just a few hours. Overcast and didn't get very warm, my fingers actually were numb for part of the morning. We caught several small redear/sunfish, a few bass (one really pretty striped bass) and I caught my biggest ever crappie (my favorite fish to eat).

Lots of wildlife around this lake.
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My big crappie.
12-1/2" is pretty large for this area
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We also saw 2 Canada geese hens on nests. One on a little point at the edge of a cove tucked in behind a tree; and one on a rotted tree that had fallen into the lake. Seem like strange nesting choices to me, but I guess it works for them.
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Bass fishing starting to heat up here. I had on a massive smallmouth bass yesterday, I didn't see it, but by the way it was pulling, it was pretty big. I had it, then it got off the hook.

Jared
Man I hooked a largemouth that weighed every bit of 12lbs, got too excited and was horsing him in, got him about 4' from the bank and he broke my dang pole tip and put slack in my line and he was gone. I thought i was going to cry for real. He hasn't hit since then either.
 

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