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Welcome to Fishing with Pappydada! You can call me Pappy, for short. I'm glad you're here, 'cause the fish sure ain't... 'cause I'm typin', get it? Can't type an' fish at the same time, NO ONE CAN! well, maybe someone can, with a rod holder, i guess. Come to think of it, it'd be pretty easy. Man, Pappy's kinda slow, ain't he. Slow or not, I'm sure happy to see ya, 'cause as fun as fishin' is, it's way better when you have some folks to share it with, stories, tackle if'n yer needin' it, a extra hand to help lose a prize redfish at the seawall, Pappy's here to help! Just to fill ye in a wee bit, Pappy's a landlubber, scared out me wits of the water in it's largest collections, so the fishin' is usually from the shore or pier. Once in a while I'm forced to go out on a small craft so's me children aren't left to the devices of their slow-witted step-father, Cap'n Will, who don't know the difference 'tween a cinch an a granny knot, and might end up snagging his rig on his own bum whilst he was steerin' the boat. Cap'N Will Last time we went out he promised the water was gonna be like glass... he was lying jus to get me out on choppy seas in the Gulf, and bounce the boat around like we were a squash paddle, smacking the hull on the waves. Had to listen to his loud guffaws as I white-knuckled it 'til we could get to deeper water, an' catch a lot of nothin' in deeper water. We were fishin' with live shrimp, as usual, and wanted to try some frozen shrimp, too, this time. I had heard some grand tales of giant redfish and hungry snook reacting positively to the little stinkers, so i gave 'em a try. Got the attention of a nice size catfish (dangerous, slimy critters, always a bit of a disappointment from my perspective), and using circle hooks allowed for an easy release. Pappy's still a little fuzzy on all the different hook iterations...ALWAYS NEW STUFF TO LEARN!! Of which i love and disdain simultaneously. I know the circle hook for it's round shape and that bendy thing goin' on at the tip. They are kind of a pain to get into a shrimp, though. Secret Locations Pappy doesn't like givin' out all the secret locations, selfish bastard that I am, so I use a special code... but I'll give you wee hint... if I says Sandsound Pier, since Sand = Dune and Sound = Din and Pier = Pier, the answer is Dunedin Pier! Ha, but the jokes on you, 'cause Dunedin Pier got blown away in the storms. I really liked that little place. met a man down on his luck gave Pappy a propper lesson in tossing the cast net. He said, "Sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but I can't in good conscience sit back and watch you try to throw that cast net. It hurts me too much..." |
Penn Love I was usin' the beautiful Penn combo gifted to me by me awesome daughter and frequent fishin' partner Melly so many years ago, featuring my favorite reel, the Penn Battle II, which works today exactly as it did on day one, so good the manufacture and sealing of the wonderous mechanism. Cap'n Will and his much more intelligent partner Kim were using Shakespeares I believe, due to the mishandling of two lovely Penn combos by the aforementioned overtly obtuse master of the vessel. I am originally from Philadelphia...uh...Scotland... where Penn was birthed and manufactured many a reel when i was a wee lad. (Note from a voice inside Pappy's head: Penn International was originally from Philly Pennsylvania, not Scotland, Pappy is not the sharpest tool in the shed, and is only maybe 15% Scottish.) Me father introduced me to Penn reels at an early age and I certainly have a pronounced and distinct bias. Bias or no, they are wonderful reels, well-made, and well-supported by the company I believe, having used said support to find spare parts for inoperable reels misadvertised on ebay. Buyer beware I've heard, but I've also heard you miss every shot you don't take, so's there's that, too. i have resurrected a few reels in recent history, learning a bit here and there about the workin's inside of spinning reels of the open-face variety, and i hope to share some simple stuff i know how to do, like open up the face plate and scratch my head and hope i can figure out how to put it all back together. I also have started building fishin' poles, built one for me daughter Melly a while back, and just finished one for me son, Isaac. The new one has yet to touch water, but Melly has used hers dozens of times, partnered with her Penn Spinfisher VI, pristine and smooth as lambs wools, catching and landing many different species. She recently pulled in a Sheepshead at the first fishing pier at Fort Desoto using a tiny live shrimp. I am still jealous of her victory, having never seen such a beauty at the end of me own line. that was fun day, though very hot. |
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