Every spring I think back to my early days of fishing. The days when ,thank God ,dedication and persistence beat out frustration and despair. Hard work and a lot of determination helped, but so did a good friend I won't forget. The legend, aka. Jim Roff, God rest his soul.
I learned from him in many ways but without question just standing next to him alternatning casts was by far the most fruitful, that is if I could find him. And of course that was usually at 2am. Where he fished was no secret to most, but when and how, ah that was key. A quick observation of my ignorance , a " hey, how about that," those were his offerings.
I remember one night we were catching our share of weakies, but I had my mind on my first decent size striper. After every hook up I would say, maybe this is the one, no way man he retorted. Here take this, 10 minutes later, hook-up, after glancing at my rod tip he says, " now you got something worthwhile". And I did, a 28 inch linesider.
So go out and catch one for the Legend this year, I sure will.
Ron
[ 02-23-2004, 11:01 AM: Message edited by: Dr. Bass ]
I learned from him in many ways but without question just standing next to him alternatning casts was by far the most fruitful, that is if I could find him. And of course that was usually at 2am. Where he fished was no secret to most, but when and how, ah that was key. A quick observation of my ignorance , a " hey, how about that," those were his offerings.
I remember one night we were catching our share of weakies, but I had my mind on my first decent size striper. After every hook up I would say, maybe this is the one, no way man he retorted. Here take this, 10 minutes later, hook-up, after glancing at my rod tip he says, " now you got something worthwhile". And I did, a 28 inch linesider.
So go out and catch one for the Legend this year, I sure will.
Ron
[ 02-23-2004, 11:01 AM: Message edited by: Dr. Bass ]