Low_Budget_Hooker

Excellent. *In 50 degree water, you have 50 minutes before unconscious. Unfortunately, you only have about 3-7 minutes before your muscles sieze up. This gets exponentially worse as you lower the temp. water temps are in the low 40's in RI. No joke. *Even if it is not raining, your bibs keep above mentioned kidney area warmer. Eliminates "back draft"

That's about what we are looking at today, in RI, also. Guess where I'll be,lol.

Just a thread for folks to share tips and tricks to regarding cold weather fishing and safety. *First and formost,....NEVER FISH ALONE (at least in cold water states) *PFD's ON or nearby at a minimum * Go with a meal in your belly. Empty bellies=cold bodies. Food=energy, energy=heat *Gore-Tex is your friend *Dress in layers *bring extra gloves on boat because your first set WILL GET WET * Bring a full change of clothes to keep in the car JUST IN CASE you go in. A warm, dry set of clothes to change into can make the difference between getting treated for hypothermia or not. *Bring cell phone. Hopefully, you followed suggestion #1, in this case, leave 1 cell in car and bring one on boat. If you go in, there will still be dry communication in the car. *NEVER wear 2 or more pairs of cotton socks. 2 pairs of ANY socks for that matter. When using the proper materials, 1 set is all that is neccessary, any more and you are just holding the sweat around your foot. This one you can take or leave. Some will want to argue this one. Personally, Spending 8 yrs skiing pro, I watched many learn the hard way. 1 pair of socks made from a material that wicks moisture. Surround them with a gore-tex boot and that's as good as it gets.

If you're serious, 7'6" heavy for swimbaits. Personally, I think you already have more than enough. It's not the car, it's the driver.

I hadn't seen the "tourny after" part, my mistake Cart.

If it's a "fish finder" you want,....Take a portuguese guy fishin'! ;D 8-) ;D My buddy always used to make a joke about that. Old salt guys aren't big electronics fans. They have a love/hate relationship. He always would joke when someone would say, you really don't have a "fish finder"? and he would reply, "well, whoever told you that was pulling your leg,...I got the best fish finder Portugal ever produced, he's up there preparing baits" and would point up towards me,lol.

I don't know if this is just for New England but they are calling for meteor showers from 11:30-1:30 tonite. Supposed to be 100-200/hr. A normal shower averages 10/hr. Should be very cool, I plan to try and catch some on film, not sure how that will work out but worth a try.

Welcome back buddy, glad you had a positive trip!!!! I have some good stuff going on with CAST, give me a ring today if you get a sec.

Another point. Temp I know every rock in my lake, I should, it's been close to 25 yrs. Anyway, we take the cheapie out there in early spring just to monitor the temp. We have learned where the fish are according to water temp when we are talking early spring. We have certain coves we won't bother with if we get readings at the mouth that we don't like. So yes, Crazed, it's a rookie question but a darn good one! Many units, most even, are a depth finder, "fish" finder (term used VERY loosly). and temp gauge. Some even show mph, but not very well. So yea,...good question, I'm sure some folks were confused about that.

Some good fishin! Where are you guys located,..looks cold. pic request

Art Pasley sent me this today,.....Hysterical http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf

Norman said it, TIME ON THE WATER! With a small arsenal of the basics as RW suggested, get out there and start experiencing. This is the key,...getting out and doing it. Every cast, you will be learning somthing, most times you won't even know it. Before you know it, you'll develop Confidence, yes, actual confidence with certain baits and areas. Now,..............this,.......... is just the beginning.

Ain't that the truth!

Denny's show was definately one of my favorites but what Vorlin is talking about is nothing like that show, format-wise.

High end fishfinders are a much different animal than the avg $100 unit. My furuno unit on my salt boat ran close to 6k. It was amazing. What does it pick-up? What doesn't it pick-up. This unit was 5000w and would mark a 2"x2" piece of bait dropped overboard as it fell to 500 ft! Better finders also eliminate "false" alarms. They also show thermoclines This unit could also help you indentify different species and this was very handy on the ocean. A pilot whale and giant bluefin tuna are roughly the same size. Big difference is density. A bluefin would mark as a green mass and a pilot whale would be yellow. I understand that all this is not level of electronics is not neccessary in fresh water but the question was asked so I answered it.

Yes

ditto, hours and hours and hours.

Hold the lard, pass the eggs please,lol RW- email me that pic

2 cent suggestion (well, more like $10-$0 suggestion,lol) For a REEL classy touch, pick up of these fuji plate type reel seats and mount to the side for reels. Low profile when not being use and keeps them in perfect order. They come in blk or silver and range from $3/ea - $20/ea. The $5 ones would be perfect.

You can do wonders with windows movie maker. Free.

You gonna post the pic?

But go to the bathroom first, I was there for hours. Alot of the filming is from my "region" of the country. Grass roots tv, great stuff.

The bass' outward appearance changes with it's surrounding environment much like a chameleon but not so drastic. Black backs, green backs, diamond pattern on the side or not, white belly, gold belly,...all different signs as to where the bass came from. Tricky buggers but they change to blend in better for whatever they are doing down there. That same white bass can be caught tomorrow in a different area and look totally different.

Syfer, maybe you CAN get on, send John an e-mail, he picks every day, run of the mill guys also. He's very cordial.

I recieved a letter yesterday from a very special someone. I'd like to share a portion of it with you, it has a great message...... When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information." "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice. After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please." "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now" I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally." Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "Yes." I answered. "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.