Fisherman’s Poem
Moose Knuckle at the Proving Grounds
The weather is finally winterish here in the northwestern New Jersey forests; with Christmas fast approaching we are hoping for some ice cover to support a serious hard-water fishing trip. In the meantime the crew at Moose Knuckle had near incurable cabin fever over the weekend.
In order to beat the boredom and withstand the cold weather a quick trip to the sporting goods store was in order. I prefer to purchase my ammunition and clay pigeons at the Skylands Sport Shop in Newton, New Jersey. Now I know you may be thinking that this is a fishing blog, and it remains primarily that though at times we like to introduce various aspects of the outdoor recreation scene into the portfolio here.
Now for the anti-gun readers out there I have a nice little firearms quote here from my favorite man of all time George Washington, “The very atmosphere of firearms anywhere and everywhere restrains evil interference – they deserve a place of honor with all that’s good.” Like them or hate them I firmly believe every American should know how to safely wield a firearm and that is what we set out to do at the Moose Knuckle Proving Grounds on Sunday.
As you sit there nursing your beer tonight or sipping your coffee tomorrow morning at work reading this blog check out our pictures and either shout or quietly mouth under your breath (depending on the setting), “‘Merica!” Enjoy the pictures while we encourage you to go to the range and practice the safe operation of firearms.
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Hidden Treasures
Ever hear the talk of those legendary ponds, mythical rivers or the best of the best fishing spots. We have all heard of these amazing fishing places, these monster fish holes those epic “spots”. Have we ever checked them out to determine the validity of these stories with high anticipation of that record setting fish? Of course we have! Did we catch that 15 pound bass? Well.. I’m pretty sure you can answer that yourself.
Determined to find the hidden treasure I had heard so much about, I escaped from the real world just for a few hours to venture off towards one of these hermetical, only once before seen, wonders of Sparta, New Jersey.
While I was gearing up, I could have sworn I heard the woods and ridges laughing at me, mocking me. All I could think about was how up over that ridge lies my dream pond. No, it was a lake. Hell no, it was an ocean from the stories I had heard lined with trout and bass as far as the eye could see. So I set off up over the hills.
IT DOES EXIST!! Sweat from excitement was soaking my brow as tied on my Swimming Frog (Size 2). Not going for just any fish, I was going to become the new legend of Northern New Jersey. A few casts brought a few hits from some pretty big lake monsters. Now mind you, this “lake,” is said very lightly. About 100 feet across and 200 feet long at about 8 feet at the deepest depth. Just trying to start my own legendary status!
There it was, my trophy fish. This fish gave one hell of a fight, probably from fending off the other record setters around ‘his’ lunch. I’m yelling for everyone to come see, but I forgot I was alone deep in the woods. I pull the fish out of the water, a pickrel. I was definitely a new legend to these parts, just don’t let the word get out about my record setter.
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