Today is a big day for me. I get to go fishing.
Okay, so its a little thing to a lot of people. I used to go fishing every week. Now, that was a very long time ago. I haven’t been fishing since I moved to the South. It’s almost like I’m about to go fishing on an alien planet.
I came from cold water fishing, where the trouts were brownies and rainbows. Here they have something called white trout, but it lives in warm water. They don’t have sunfish, but they have something called bream that sounds like brim. Mullets aren’t just bad hair cuts, but rather a fish that I am told is the real chicken of the sea, complete with a gizzard, and it is supposed to be a very tasty pan fish.
They also have a variety of sea monsters, from gators to sharks, with jelly fish just for a really bad joke. If you ever have a tendril from one of the buggers slide across your ankle, you would get the “bad joke” part. Just for added measure, the only cure for the pain is supposedly urine.
To make things a tad more interesting, Mississippi’s annual fresh water regulation book isn’t available for 2010 yet. (scratches head)
It seems that the book is released with the annual hunting regs. (looks at calendar) Yeah, it doesn’t make sense. I guess any time you are in a new state, things aren’t going to make sense sometimes. I’m still trying to figure out what permits are required where and where to buy them and how much they are going to cost. The state website isn’t exactly helping either. A lot of things in Mississippi I really like. I don’t like mysterious fees and permits for everything outdoors. I do like how clean and well maintained their rest areas are. I’ve only used one of their state parks, and that was a so-so experience, not a surprising one as it illustrated a common problem. Tent campers, if they don’t want to go primitive, have a LOT of problems with booking sites in parks they are not familiar with. Improved sites are geared for rvs and campers, not for setting up a tent, so on occasion, you’ll have no place for a tent on a particular site, due to grade, trees, or water. That’s what happened to me–the site was an RV-only one, as was the other party in our group of 2 that were going camping that weekend. I don’t remember what happened, but it also had us arriving fairly late at the park, and we opted to move to the primitive campground, set up our tents, and then report to the ranger station the next morning. Neither of us asked for a refund of the price difference, and the ranger was agreeable to our switch, so it worked out fine. It also turned out that the park really doesn’t have much to offer in terms of activities we are interested in, which is unfortunate, but that’s the breaks of the game. Each park offers its own set of characteristics, which is what makes them fun and unique.
While we were checking out parks this past week, we had a near-miss kind of glitch that can result in expensive mistakes, especially when it involves a group making reservations. We wanted to look at a particular park, near Hattiesburg, MS. I was given the name of the park by another group member and I was happily looking at the amenities and activities offered. At the very bottom of the list, way down there, in the ultra fine print, I happened to notice that it mentioned that it was a park near Louisiana located just south of McComb. For several minutes, that didn’t sink in even. Then it did…and I questioned the other group member about which park were we really looking at. Reserve America is a reliable way to make reservations, but they don’t have a “I’m stupid and wasn’t paying attention” get out of it clause. If you goof, and make reservations the wrong weekend, the wrong month, the wrong year, or the wrong park…it’s going to cost you. Pay attention or you’ll be paying them! I goofed once…and didn’t realize I’d goofed until I arrived at the park to discover I had no reservations…for that weekend. Soon enough, my error was discovered. I’d made reservations for the right dates…in the wrong month. At an average of $15 per night, that will add up fairly quickly. Cancelling a reservation will cost you a 1 night fee.
Now checking on state parks in Alabama was an eye opener. Seriously. It’s also a bank opener. Standard campsites there are apparently gold plated, with a low (of what I’ve found so far) of $25 per night. They also have a 2 night minimum for weekends, PLUS a $3 fee for each day in summer season (which runs until November!) I guess they want to keep the poor folks out of the parks? Then again…Georgia and Florida aren’t any cheaper. Florida runs from $20 to $40 at the parks I checked, with the high end being for beach parks and RVs. Georgia runs $25 and up per night, and I didn’t price a beach park. I guess the state of Arizona didn’t realize what a potential gold mine it was losing when it shut down most of its state parks and campgrounds.
This can be a real problem for large families. Many campsites are restricted to 1 or 2 tents (which shouldn’t be a problem) but also to 6 people. That means if a family has more than 4 children along, which can be as simple as 2 kids with 1 friend each…you have already hit the limit. I know that I’ve seen this limit, when it involved children, ignored by rangers in Louisiana…that doesn’t mean that each state is going to be as liberal when it comes to counting kids at a campsite. I’m not even sure it SHOULD be ignored…I do realize that these extra kids take a real toll on the facilities. Having been at the campground for several days when the influx of large families arrived…we saw a sudden deterioration in the cleanliness of the restrooms & showers as vast quantities of mud was tracked in by many small feet making many trips in and out…and not necessarily avoiding the mud puddles on the way. It wasn’t that they were ill behaved or anything either, kids simply are kids. It was spring, we had had a lot of rain, and there were ample numbers of mud puddles just begging to be tromped through. These were also seriously large families, and I think there were 3 or 4 of them who were apparently friends/relatives, with 6 or more kids per family…ranging from infants to pre-teens, all with bicycles. (My dogs had a hate-on for the bicycles, and unfortunately we were on a corner where EVERYONE passed…and each time, Sissy would announce their passing, until we ended up putting her in her crate and covering her like an over-excited bird. Red, with her teddy-bear appearance, was muzzled in case an unleashed child decided to make a run into camp–I believe in accident prevention!)
I know that Mississippi is like most states, allowing dogs in the campgrounds and requiring 6 ft or shorter leashes. I understand the rules and the reasons behind them, and I believe in following them. They aren’t unreasonable, and have resulted from people not behaving in responsible manners with their dogs. Letting your dogs run unleashed in unfamiliar areas with strange dogs and people, as well as natural hazards and traffic is irresponsible. Using long leashes, long tie outs, etc. is also not reasonable in close quarters, such as campground spaces. It isn’t fair to the other campers, or the other pet owners. I hate navigating around lunging dogs, tied or on leash, while walking with my own. (Sissy is bad enough…after all of this time, she’s STILL ill behaved in public often. I feel like we’re walking a 25 lb. “cujo”.) We also use muzzles as accident preventers, not because our dogs are vicious, but rather because accidents can happen very quickly with only a moment’s lack of attention. I know what my dogs are like, but I don’t know what other people’s children or dogs are like or what they are apt to do. Because I enjoy taking my dogs along, I obey the rules and clean up after my dogs. I want my dogs, along with other pet owners’ dogs…to be welcome in the future. And yes, sometimes it is inconvenient to have them along. Especially in the summer, when often one of us has to stay with the dogs while the other goes into the store or whatever. It means in summer, we can’t have the dogs along if we are going to visit historic sites. It means that sometimes, we watch parents and their young monsters terrorizing everyone within hearing distance…and we wonder why children aren’t required to be on leash and licensed. I’ve seen some children at restaurant buffets that made me realize that dogs would be cleaner to have in restaurants too.
You know, when you get up too early because of your excitement about the day to start…time moves slowly. I THOUGHT I woke up at 4:30. It is now 4:44. I didn’t write all of that in 14 minutes, as well as making a cup of instant coffee and drinking half of it. So, that means…I woke up at 3:30, misread the clock…not hard on that clock, btw, I do it all the time since its shaped like a teapot, and only has the 12, 3, 6 and 9 marked. I’ll be nice, and wait another 45 minutes before starting to rouse GM, who has promised to take me fishing this morning AND not be grumpy.
I remember fishing as a kid, usually in Minnesota, where we had a weekend place. I loved the fall. Fog would sweep in, completely enveloping the lake and muffling sound so that you didn’t realize there was a highway just a half mile away, nor that the entire shoreline of the lake was ringed by weekend homes. I could sit on the rocks that formed a microscopic island alongside of our place, catching bullheads in silence. If I was very still, and a bit lucky, a flock of white pelicans would come swimming along, taking shape in the fog like some swan-like dreams, serenely paddling in the glass like water and close enough that I could have reached out and touched them.
Back in those days, I could clean those bullheads very fast with a pair of skinning pliers. Typically, a couple of buckets would hold about 300 fish (they were fairly small.) That would be about 15 minutes of cleaning, if I had someone to haul away the cleaned fish for me. My little brother was almost as fast at cleaning them. It also tells you that we had a lot of practice at cleaning them–we didn’t get to be fast without it! Still, the pliers, with their broad & sharp edge, made a huge difference in our speed. Grabbing a fish out of the bucket by the spine, we didn’t squeeze hard enough to snip it off, waiting until we had it on the table. The pliers would then grab the spine at its base, and doing it just right, we would pull off the spine and most, if not all of the skin, in one smooth yank. The pliers were then used to cut through the backbone, while we simultaneously snapped it and pulled the head & entrails away from the fish body. The pliers snipped away the anus and rear fin and bingo…it was done. Move on to the next one. We used the same pliers when we cleaned other fish, such as perch, bluegill and crappie too, just in a different way. We rarely scaled a fish…it was too easy to just skin them, especially in the pan sized ones. Skinning always started with removal of the dorsal fin, whether it was a catfish or any other kind, and that’s where we’d start with pulling away the skin. As a kid, I didn’t learn to fillet fish…I don’t think either of my parents learned how either. I did learn when I was 30something…by using carp, which were considered a trash-fish. I could catch a five gallon bucket filled with 3-4 lb carps in an hour or two…and sometimes people would just give them to you if you asked. I’d haul them home, and sit in the garage at night with a fillet knife and my bloody carp (they are really gory to clean). After a dozen buckets, I’d learned how to fillet the bony things, and I’m pretty sure…if you learn how to fillet them, you can fillet about anything. I guess my method is a bit unconventional. I skin the fish, then cut & pull the fillets away from the bone. I’m also seriously out of practice now, so maybe with coaching, I’ll learn to be a bit more conventional & efficient in my method. I used to never fillet sunfish, preferring to eat them whole & scaled. Perch and bass and crappie…I filleted. Rainbow trout is just way too easy to cook without scaling OR filleting.
Rainbows…oh, how wonderful they are. I remember them fondly. Dawn…cold mountain air…icy mountain stream. Small campfire with a piece or two of bacon sizzling, some hot coffee…catching a couple of fish. Off with their heads, out with their guts, and into the skillet with the bacon grease…right there. Sometimes eaten right out of the skillet. The wonderful aroma, the way the steam from your coffee will warm up your hands, your half frozen nose, and your insides…all at the same time. The scales from rainbow trout are so tiny they are really almost non-existant…and we never ate the skin anyhow, it was just an envelope for cooking the delicious fish! I don’t care what gourmet recipe you use, nothing will ever taste better than a trout cooked plain in some bacon grease over a campfire in the cold mountain air. You don’t even want a “trophy” sized fish…when you are about to eat it, you want one that FITS into the pan!
What am I hoping for with our fishing trip this morning?
A mess of pan fish. Plain and simple. I want to try some of the local fish, even if I have NO idea what on earth they are. I want to learn what baits to use and how to use them. I want to know what size of hooks to use, and what gauge of line to use. I’m told that the 6 lb test line that I always preferred will not work here very long.
But..the witching hour has arrived. Time to go fishing!
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