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Post by Metal Angler on Aug 16, 2007 20:11:58 GMT -5
Step one: Find a Wine cork have a sniff of it Step two: cut it and carve it to your liking its good to keep in mind it will have to fit on what ever size hook your planning on useing . Trying to make a tapered small version of the wine cork. *Advise one wine cork makes about 4-5 good sized popper bodys. Cut the cork directly length wise in half and in half again. Step 3 tie on the thread to your shank of the hook and place your poppers body on the shank. Epoxy it on, step 4 tie on your feathers that you choose i would recomend using marabou feathers because of thier fullness, step 5 paint it with what ever paint you have model paint works paint a eye on if you want. Step six epoxy the head and your threaded area becarefull not to get epoxy to close to the feathers i like to wet them slightly before applying the epoxy. Step 7 let dry hang it up Step eight cast it into your favorite bass lake and hang on cause they work deadly. Heres the final product
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Post by Metal Angler on Aug 18, 2006 18:33:16 GMT -5
You never know you might get a free hat start posting those trophy fish
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Post by Metal Angler on Aug 1, 2006 3:10:38 GMT -5
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Post by Metal Angler on Aug 1, 2006 0:59:06 GMT -5
Ok you want to donate but no paypal account right?Well just signing up is a form of donation to this site if you use this link at the bottom of the page. Thank you. I know this sounds fishy but i will try to explain it as best as i can. All you have to do is click on this link below and sign up for paypal and then you will get your own referral code like mine below. How do i use it? Well you can use it on your websites,emails. But try to send it to someone that is interested in getting pay pal then you get a commission when someone signs up from your code link. Easy fast and secure. You want a trusted organization handling your online money transfers.You can trust pay-pal they have been around for years and is used every day by thousands, but you do have TO BE AWARE OF FALSE EMAILS from people saying they are from Pay pal trying to get info out of you ect. They explain how to tell a false email from a original in the help section when you sign up. All and all Its really a good way to do online business. The best part is its free to sign up and you have done your part in donateing. heres my refferal code www.paypal.com/row/mrb/pal=5AWS78SVATK66Its also on the mainpage and on this page at the bottom under the donate button. The big paypal banner Ad Thanks to everyone who does.
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Post by Metal Angler on Sept 13, 2006 5:42:23 GMT -5
Hi popperz the winner of the angler of the year hasnt started yet but by the end of this year it will. Basically you will see all the Anglers of the month who have won in the past months be in placed in the final tournament. Then who ever wins that will win the pot. The pot is at 20.00 dollars so far.
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Post by Metal Angler on Aug 10, 2006 9:45:52 GMT -5
Hi Bigbliuegills i will donate half to prizes for this site and half to the lil anglers and thank you i did recieve the donation. Now the pot will start to grow im gonna donate 5.00 bucks as well. So basically so far 5.00 is the pot
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Post by Metal Angler on Aug 1, 2006 1:05:11 GMT -5
You can also click on the donate button if you have a Paypal account to give a money donation if you feel fit to do so.
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Post by Metal Angler on Jul 31, 2006 17:52:34 GMT -5
Well i have thought about this for sometime now. And i think it could be a really good idea. Imagine the faces of kids in group homes or the ones with out any family that get a new reel or used fishing combo near christmas. It would be definetly a good thing. So if your a member and have something to donate please email imgonefishing@gmail.com we can talk about it and figgure out how.
Thanks metal angler
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Post by Metal Angler on Jul 29, 2006 16:28:40 GMT -5
You lucky dawg you fishing all the time
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sdfsdf
May 13, 2006 11:24:54 GMT -5
Post by Metal Angler on May 13, 2006 11:24:54 GMT -5
Yes agreed i will be changeing a few things around to keep the board free of giberish. And BB good luck on your Cat hunt reel em in bud. By the way BB hope your not gonna try noodleing ;D i heard its dangerous its only for folk who know what they are doing you know the ones who grew up with the sport
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May 2, 2006 20:18:51 GMT -5
Post by Metal Angler on May 2, 2006 20:18:51 GMT -5
Now thats a lil better ;D the spam post come in and then they get deleted
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Apr 16, 2006 12:59:52 GMT -5
Post by Metal Angler on Apr 16, 2006 12:59:52 GMT -5
You got it sage consider this clown deleted
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Buster
Oct 5, 2005 15:58:42 GMT -5
Post by Metal Angler on Oct 5, 2005 15:58:42 GMT -5
It was the beginning of salmon season and me and a good friend decided to book a salmon charter in BC. We packed our gear made our arrangements for the boat. We then headed out to beautiful BC Canada that was 15 hrs away. When we arrived on time at our appointed destination at the fishing docks. I was surprised to see a family of seals living under the dock of where our charter was located. They sure were active swimming,splashing,yelping,and waiting for fish scraps and fishermen to get back from fishing. Cause they knew the fishermen cleaned their fish there and it was a easy meal. They sure do put on a good free show for tourists like my self.
Really interesting lil buggers and with a curious mind a ferocious appetite. I was amazed how fast they could gulp down the salmon scraps that would fall into the water.
Anyways we got on to our boat, and we were on our way. The Captain of the boat was a true man of sea and knew his stuff he lead us right into the Salmon. And in no time at all the reels were screaming with lunker salmon on each rod. Those fish would exhaust our arms to the max. My friend which is a smaller man and with attitude of warrior and very lil patience landed into something huge. His fishing rod bent over in arch like manner as if he was lifting 50 pound bag of twisted metal from bottom of the Sea. I looked out into the ocean looking for this BIG Fish to rise, and i seen it rise alright. It wasn't just a fish it looked black from a distance as it bobbed up and down in the waves. It was one of those dam round headed seals from back at dock. with my friends salmon in its mouth! The Captain Just laughed with glee and said see that lil bugger there eating your salmon, he can find me anywhere on this dam ocean!. I named him Buster hes eaten a many of my clients fish. So any ways the captain and this seal were close. I Kept my mouth shut as i watched my friends face turn beautiful shades of red in anger. And all of cause of his new found friend that bobbed up and down amongest the waves snacking on his trophy salmon. To make it even worse "Buster" the seal followed us back to the boat dock.And as my friend was cleaning his only small salmon that buster never stole. He decided to try to make friends with the Buster by trying to feed him a few scraps. In return "Buster" took it as a insult and splashed him right in the face and wouldn't eat it any of it. Buster then just floated out in between the docks clapping his Flippers cackling at my friend like he was laughing at him. We headed back home with memory's of big Salmon and good ol Buster.
The End
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Post by Metal Angler on Aug 9, 2005 22:04:32 GMT -5
Grumpy old fishermen
Well i was cutting my lawn while ago and i noticed my neighbor which is the grand old age of 83 had his tackle box and fishing rod on his porch.I assumed the old guy was going fishing in the morning. So i went on my way cutting my lawn, but being a admirer of older fishing gear i pushed the lawn mower a lil closer so i could see his antique rod and reel.I couldn't believe it was completely beautiful.His set up was nothing like i ever had seen before. He must have fished allot in his years i thought.The silver polished reel gleamed and it had a engraved bass in it.A prism of light on the porch reflecting off the antique reel illuminated the area where it layed and the old South bend rod looked very interesting and in very good shape. the cork handle was stained and worn in from battling huge fish. As i looked at this fishing gear and drifting away in my mind., I suddenly was startled by a loud bark of a really pissed off old man peering at me through the window. "Hey get the hell outta my stuff!!! he torted. I wasted no time took right off in a hurry pushing my landmower and not looking back. Getting to back to the safety of the middle of lawn i yelled back i was just looking at it sorry. The old guy yelled back well OK then and grabbed up his gear in hurry and went back inside. So i finished my lawn and went in for dinner. After dinner i heard a heavy knock on the door it was him the grumpy ole fishermen next door. I was hesitant to open the door just from the sound of his voice. Opening the door i was looking into the face of the old man he said "what are you doing just standing there for are you ready to go? Ready to go? i replied? Ya for Christ sakes your not very brite are you? fishing you know. With out thinking i said well sure and continued to say what nice fishing gear he had. he didn't say much but ya i know and hurry up.So i grabbed my gear and walked over to his house. Standing outside he came out. Then the words i didn't want to hear came outta his mouth I'm driving. And looking at the old Ford truck in his drive way i cringed breakdown city for sure or worse death.As we drove along the country road to his favorite fishing spot i built up the courage to ask um what are we fishing for? He looked at me puzzled and replied Fish!!! I just shut up and went along for the ride and every so often as we past a wood row or clover patch on the country road he would say i shot many jumpers there and point. Jumpers? i was scared to ask i just said yeah it looks like a good spot. Getting to the fishing spot he picked for that day took about 2 hrs. As we drove closer to the dam he said hang on my brakes don't work to well so i have to use the hand brake. Oh god we are going to die and drive right into the river i started praying in my mind and the old devil started to look for the hand brake moving stuff around in the cab in a rough manner saying under his breath i know it here somewhere. Pulling the hand brake with all of his force the old ford came to a screeching halt about 2 feet from the edge if the dam. Getting out the cab in a hurry i just shook my head as laughed and said we made it. I just said in a state of shock we sure did. Making my way down to wards the bottom of the dam two deer popped out in front of us .The old guy said look at those jumpers i then knew what he ment and by the way they jumped i felt privileged to understand his lingo. He seemed to me to be more agile than me and is 50 years older. After setting up we fished for hours and didn't catch much and then all of a sudden he said i have a trick i will make em bite i will be back. he made his way back to his truck. Returning from the truck with a pail and mop he said this will work its all most the perfect time. I was thinking the old guy lost his mind what the hell is going to do with the mop and pail? Then he knelt down and poured a lil bit of what looked like chicken grease in the water. and said "Watch this" then he took the mop and dipped it in the pail and plunged it into the side of the channel in the water and counted out loud 1 2 3 4 5 and yanked up the mop it was full of lil black catfish.About 10 a lil over a pound i couldn't believe it. How was this possible? The fish would bite the mop and get there teeth stuck in the grease soaked mop threads. I Just laughed and said wow what cool trick for bull heads. i guess we will be eating bullheads for dinner and he said yep. As he dumped the rest of the chicken grease in the water. In no time he filled the whole 5 gallon pail to the rim with bullheads. Then we got into the ford and headed for home.
The end Metal angler
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Post by Metal Angler on May 12, 2005 11:28:45 GMT -5
hi every one just getting a lil over whelmed with all this i cant keep up with you its time for me to throw in the towel. , example the other night i had a dream i was fly fishing and i casted my fly hook onto a glass surfaced lake. Then i watched a huge rainbow trout surface and take my fly breaking the surface gently setting the hook the massive trout jumped in the air shadowing the sun for a moment .After fighting this fish for it seemed hours with neon blue fly line. ;D I managed to bring it in. . I was holding this 5 ft trout in my arms like i would hold newborn child, and then out of the sky a eagle came .Swooping down it snatched the massive trout with it huge steel talons.But i hang on it lifted me up into the sky with it beating me in the face all the way with its huge tail feathers. I looked down and watched the lake from the eagles point of view i could see trout!! every where surfaceing all i could think of was how i wished i knew what they were eating lol ;D Thats when the eagle dropped me i fell it seemed thousands of feet. Splash i landed in knee high water as .I watched the huge metal eagle soar away over mountian tops with my trout . I woke up crying and sweating and swearing then i proceeded to tell the wife how good eagle fried drumsticks would taste . ;D : On the other hand since fly fishing is starting i think its a good time for me to stop lol ;D later
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Post by Metal Angler on Jun 21, 2005 22:32:58 GMT -5
Glad ya like the story. Dam Husky lol Still makes me smile
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Post by Metal Angler on Mar 6, 2005 9:52:53 GMT -5
The big dog on the ice
Went fishing yesterday it was great, weather was warm brite. My favorite time of year really for ice fishing. Lots of holes on the ice to choose from cause most of them were barely frozen over from the fishing derby that was held days before. Never had the chance to go in it oh well next year. Yep the ice was perfect just frozen enough but nothing the old ice pick couldnt handle.A Few good chops and i had the lines baited and down the hole.Anyways as i was fishing there was a guy with a husky on the ice. That dog was huge and looked part wolf, i reckon big yellow eyes staring at me as i fished lol=ha Any ways the brute of a dog walked around me sniffing the ice looking for fish scraps to eat and just let me know whos ice it was lol his!!!. And in no time would'nt you know it the husky found a pike someone had stashed.lol It was pike and it was a ok size good eating one but i think it may have been under legal limit size ect, frozen solid but that didnt make a difference to the husky he ate it like nothing. And ever time you would catch a fish this huge husky would come runing at you to see whats going on at full bore.I just laughed as watched that big hound makeing his rounds to all the icefishermen trying to steal fish and pushing his weight around from all the other icefishermen geesh Oh well i guess nothing really gets wasted in nature.
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Post by Metal Angler on Feb 17, 2005 1:19:23 GMT -5
It was late summer in 1993. Missouri, along with the rest of the midwest had just been hit by "THE GREAT FLOOD OF '93". I lived in a small town in Missouri called RockPort. After the waters calmed a little a buddy of mine and I decided we should head out to the river and see how the fishing was. Now being a dedicated Catfisherman, we set out with our heavy action rods, live goldfish, and plenty of weight as the current was raging. we fished all day and loaded out on Channels and a few small flatheads. This was on a Friday so we decided to camp out and fish all day Saturday too. We were fishing from the bank at the mouth of the Nishnabotna River, As well as in a few "flood pools" that had been created when the "Mighty MO." broke the levy. We fished all day Saturday and never caught a single fish. We tried Shad, Goldfish, Nightcrawlers, Crawdads, and a plethura of processed "stink baits" finally about 4:00 PM, we were at wits end. Then the "Fishmonger" showed up. This old man was scarry to all of us kids. First of all because he always stunk like rotten stuff, and Second because he was just scarry. Any way he showed up where we were fishing and asked us how we were doing. When we told him we hadn't caught a single fish all day he reached in his truck and threw us a small baggie full of these little white cubes. He said to push a trebble hook through them and fish them with a tight line on the bottom in the middle of the current. When we asked what it was he said "IVORY SOAP". We almost fell over laughing. I can't count the number of times we told him we wouldn't catch anything on soap and how much of a "crazy old man" he was for thinking we could. Then he offered to give us each a 6 pack of beer if we tried it and didn't catch any fish. Well, What more motivtion do 2 teenage boys need to prove an old crazy man wrong. So we baited up and cast out. After about 15 min i was all ready starting to taste the beer we were gonna get, when my line came wizzing off the reel and i almost lost the pole in the river. When i tried to reel it in it would not budge, so i immediatly thought i must have gotten snagged on a log floating buy, so after about 10 minutes of not gaining any progress i reached for my knife to cut my line when the old man said "just get it in" "trust me" so i kept trying. About 35 minutes went by and i had reeled in most of the line when i noticed that it was moving pretty violently close to the bank. I knew i had something big there. Then i saw it's head. It was the biggest fish i had ever seen. I started jumping aroung trying to get to the water to get ahold of it when the fish monger showed up with a grapple on a rope. He swung it down there and hooked it first time. In a few minutes it was on the bank and I was staring at the ugliest fish i had ever seen. It was a Flathead. after the excitement died down a little we loaded the fish on the Fishmonger's truck and took it to his shop where we weighed it. 86 lbs. I couldn't believe it. Then the fishmonger handed us a beer and said "congratulations". So we got our fish and a beer. What a day. Catkatcher
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Post by Metal Angler on Jan 30, 2005 17:22:35 GMT -5
It was early morning when the clock rang out. Looking out my window at the cold grey overcast sky, I said to myself "its a trout day". I packed up my gear and got dressed. Soon after a nice cup of java , some eggs and toast I was on my way. I was heading towards the lake that held the huge Rainbow trout that so many talked about and never caught. I was thinking about all those times I was there and heard those huge fish jumping but never caught. I arrived about 7:30 am.The lake looked wonderfull ,slightly raining and the air was clean and crisp. The loons called to each other that lonesome cry of hunger. Putting on my rain gear so I could do a lil shore fishing was well worth it.Walking around the lake I finally discoved a nice dry spot, hidden in the tall pines where i could manage to light a small fire to stay warm and set up. I sat down and tied on a pickeral rig and adjusted my drag. Opened up the night crawlers and picked the biggest ones.A pickerel rig is a line that has two hooks and a weight on the bottom, not really made for trout but it works.I baited up my hooks with two nice large crawlers and fitted them on the hook to perfection. They dangled on each hook like they were meant to be. As I casted a perfect cast once again, I watched my rig and worms sail through the air,and I kicked over my tub of worms. When my hook landed and settled, I propped my fishing rod up in y stick that was all ready there from fishermen before me. It worked great. I was ready for the trout I thought. Sitting back relaxing, waiting for the trout to bite, I gathered up my worms that were trying to crawl to safety and I lost a few. Hours went by ,not a bite, nothing. I was just about to leave when I seen my rod tip bounce like a freight train hit it. Then nothing at all. Suddenly, I heard a splash!!!from about 15ft out in front of me. I looked out into the lake and I seen the location of the ripples. Scanning the lake i heard another splash!!!This time I seen what was making the comotion. A huge 10+ pound Rainbow Trout rising out of the water, about 3 feet in the air, with my pickeral rig hanging out the side of if its mouth. In excitement, I grabbed for my fishing rod to reel this trout in . But nothing, the line was limp and dead. I reeled faster thinking my drag screwed up and I hoped to take up the slack. But that was hopeless. He must of hit that bait so hard and fast he snapped my line. What speed and force did this fish have? Looking out at the lake with disapointed and glum at the ripples where he had just jumped. Splashhhh!! he jumped again closer this time about 10 feet in front of me!! His scales glistened with water as he was air born and fought with the rig in his mouth. As he glided in the air, he shook his head frantically and it dislodged my rig, and some how it came flying back at me!!Landing about a foot in front of my boots!!.I just stood there shaking my head in amazement. I never in all my life ever seen that fishing before. And I fish alot.This story I tell to you from one fishermen to another. Next time I go out there I'm not bringing rain gear or a base ball cap, I'm bringing a foot ball helmet! just in case I meet up with that trout!. And when I told the wife about it she said it serves you right bugging the fish again.!!
The end.
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Post by Metal Angler on Dec 29, 2004 10:52:14 GMT -5
Last year I was fishing with the family in Charlotte harbor out in front of Boca Grande pass for black tip sharks. We had caught a few small ones in the few previous days in this same spot. There were 7 of us on the boat today, 2 small kids, 3 and 6 yrs. old. We caught 2 small ones and the kids were getting hot and wanted to go home. I told them just 30 more minutes and we would leave.
Well that 30 minutes turned into 3 hours with the fish that I fought. Started out like all the rest, a quick run and back toward the boat and then we saw the fish. The biggest shark I had ever had . Well over 7 ft long. Could have taken half my body in one bite. Well the fish saw the boat and he took off almost spooling the reel, We had to start the boat and chase him to gain back some line. By this time we had a bunch of other boats around us watching the show. The fish went to the bottom and sat there for what seemed like forever. All the time I am applying all the pressure I could on the rod without breaking it.
Finally the fish took off again and this time the reel tore off of the pole. Bent the reel seats in half. So now I have the reel in one hand and rod in the other and still have the fish on. I scream for my mother to get me another rod so I can remount the reel on it. We get the reel on another pole, So now I am holding two rods in my hand because the line was still in the eyes of the other pole and we are chasing the fish with the boat.
Now the fish seemed to be getting tired I was gaining line on him and got him up next to the boat, Everyone ran to the back of the boat, They were all scared telling me to cut the line. I wanted to somehow get a picture of this fish so I told my father to get the gaff. I was gonna gaff the fish in the mouth and get my once in a lifetime picture. We did gaff the fish and the fish flapped his tail and guess what, the darn handle on the gaff wasn't attached to the gaff. The darn rope was only attached to the rubber cover that slid over the handle. So off went the fish again.
I fought him for about another 30 minutes and got him by the boat again. This time we tried to lasso his tail with the anchor rope. It didn't like that and flapped his tail again and off he went, This time one of the eyes popped off the pole and the line tangled and broke off. Well off went my fish of a lifetime as I stood there in tears. This is an honest to life true story. I'm going back in June to try again this year, I will be better prepared for the fight this time.
A bad day fishin' is far superior than a great day at work. Jay
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Post by Metal Angler on Sept 14, 2005 12:13:22 GMT -5
Nice pics
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Post by Metal Angler on Jul 22, 2005 21:41:17 GMT -5
Gees thats cheap for a once and life time chance to catch those awesome fantail bows sheesh next time I'm in N Y state fishing be expecting a call good buddy
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Post by Metal Angler on Jul 14, 2005 22:44:32 GMT -5
How much is a fishing package to catch some of those Fan tailed bows?
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Post by Metal Angler on Apr 4, 2005 10:49:50 GMT -5
There so many tounraments on this page for Usa and Canada.
click this link >>www.great-lakes.org/lk_tourn.html
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Post by Metal Angler on Apr 4, 2005 10:47:33 GMT -5
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