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Hatfish – October 2012

October 30th, 2012

Where did all those big fish from last spring go? The fall trip was unusually late this year.  The wind and weather were all over place. We caught numerous bass all right around the 1 lb 3 oz area. The Hatfish weighed in at a modest 1 lb 10 oz. He fought like champ. They all do. I caught him in front of the birdhouse on a Texas rigged Berkley 7" Pumpkinseed Power Worm Read More...

Hatfish – May 2012

May 29th, 2012

The Hat comes home with this 4 pound Bass. It was caught on a Texas Rigged 7" Berkley power Worm. Pumpkinseed, of course. It was fairly shallow in front of Brooks' place in the late morning.  The mild winter and early spring had pumped up fish population. Everywhere we went there were large schools of sizable Bluegill Read More...

Hatfish – October 2009

January 4th, 2011

This one may not be too big but it was big enough to claim the hat again. You gotta love Texas Rigging in October on Strawberry!

A Farewell To Strawberry – May 12, 2001

December 4th, 2010

We left Lafayette 2 hours ahead of schedule. We were all excited about getting back to Strawberry lake for what could be the last time. It was the day of Aric's graduation from Purdue Vet School so everybody was at Aric's house doing some celebrating. I was elected as designated driver so I stayed out of the beer Read More...

The Fish That Hooked Me – April 14th, 2000

December 4th, 2010

Scott and Aric  invited me back to Strawberry for ice fishing in January. Still not into the fishing "thing", I was certainly not going to freeze my butt off for it. So my next trip was in April. The weather was nice here in town. It was warm and very spring like. However, up at Strawberry, it was just getting over winter Read More...

Where It Began – October 8th, 1999

December 4th, 2010

Aric and Scott had asked me to go fishing with them before. I never did, it simply wasn't my bag baby. My fishing experience consisted of a day in a boat on the Connecticut River when I was in 8th grade with my friend Robbie Thomas and his dad. I don't even remember what kind of fish we were catching Read More...