It is Never Too Cold to Go Fishing!

When weather conditions are bad outside, I sitthe house that morning I thought that my brother
inside with a roaring fire and make a list of theand I were the only insane people in Alabama,
things I need for my next fishing trip. For thisnow I was looking at a whole river full of nutty
outing, we would need three things; a rope of atfolks!
least 40 feet for the anchor and a bucket ofSaugers tend to congregate around eddy pools
minnows. We would also need one ounce blue andsuch as those coming out of a tributary like the
chartreus jigs to withstand the swift current ofone we were close to that morning. They are
the river.cylindrical fish, light brown speckled, with a couple
Down here in the south we call sauger, "jackof dark blotches on their sides. They have two
salmon". As a kid, fishing on the river belowdorsal fins as well as a mouth full of sharp teeth
Guntersville Dam, I never knew there was such athat will lacerate a finger if you're not careful.
thing as a sauger until I grew up and read a copyIn my opinion the jack salmon, as I grew up
of Field & Stream magazine, and for the firstknowing it, is one of the best tasting fish I have
time saw a picture of the fish they called aeaten out of southern waters. While the annual
sauger. I thought they were confused!spawning run is in April or May, thousands of
Last year on a dreary, cloudy, cold and miserablethese tasty fish congregate in the tail waters of
morning at daybreak, my brother and I drovethe Guntersville Dam, Wheeler Dam and Wilson
down highway 421 from Huntsville, Alabama toDam in earlier months.
the Guntersville dam on the Tennessee River. AsLike most of the fishermen I could see, I was
rotten as the day was, the parking lot just abovealso using a heavy jig tipped with a live minnow.
the launching ramp was filled with cars and trucksThe jigs head was a fluorescent red with a three
with a boat trailer connected to each. Weinch blue haired skirt. After dropping the rig
immediately knew the jacks were biting.overboard, I pulled the bait about a foot off the
We put the boat in the water about a half milebottom and was reaching for my coffee cup
west of the dam. If I thought I was cold before,when I felt a tug on the line.
I was shocked at how frigid it became as I wasI reeled in a two pound sauger just as my
zipping down the river at forty miles an hour inbrother had one on also. Within a couple of hours
the morning fog. About six miles later, wewe had several good sized fish, and then a late
rounded a bend and as if by magic we ran out ofmorning sun drenched us with welcomed warmth.
the fog and almost banged into group of at leastThe fish stopped biting for us as well as the other
twenty boats congregated up and down a narrowboats on the river.
passage close to the mouth of the Paint RockI've been trying to out- think fish for years.
River.Counting the amount of time and money I've
The water here was 30 to 40 feet deep wherespent fishing, it's apparent that the fish have been
we anchored the boat. Every few minutes one ofwinning. Of all the things I've learned, I still don't
the other fishermen would pull in another fish.know why the sauger population on the river
Most of the ones being caught were in the 2bites better on the most miserable of days, but I
pound and under class, though larger oneshave a theory.
occasionally were being hauled into boats up andI believe that fish give us humans more credit for
down the river.intelligence than we're due. They probably think
My brother was frantically trying to get his tacklethat no one is dumb enough to be on the water
together and start fishing. I was too cold to thinkin such dismal weather, so anything that looks like
of anything other than grabbing the Thermos andfood, most likely is tasty. It's only a theory.
pouring myself a cup of hot coffee. When I left