Night fishing

[roadwarrior]

14 hours ago, Catt said:

 

Not freshwater Strippers ?

 Strippers not stripers.

 

[Catt]

3 hours ago, roadwarrior said:

 Strippers not stripers.

 

 

Fingers faster than the brain!  ?

[throttleplate]

5 hours ago, GrumpyOlPhartte said:

In my young and foolish days I learned that strippers were found around structure ... mostly small stages with vertical poles.  Been a long time though so this info could be out of date.

yeah, we used a jig with a dollar bill for a trailer to catch em.

 

[schplurg]

I did my first night fishing off my Dad's dock last summer. It's such a trip when you can't see anything except lights on docks and houses across the water. I had a bat fly into my line once after I cast.

 

It's been said here many times but there's something different, even creepy about feeling a bite at night. It was a real rush catching them, and I just fished the same bait I'd used that day: T-rigged worm.

[Bluebasser86]

I had a big owl smash a jitterbug, break my rod, crash land into some briars, then tear the hooks out of it's feet when it took back off again. Thought it was a giant bass when I heard the splash but then my line just kept going up and up and once I saw him fly in front of the moon, I realized what had happened. 

[PhishLI]

I do lots of night wading at lakes. Walking through trails, or even from spot to spot, used to be a bit spooky because of the occasional odd sound that breaks up the silence, but I've gotten over it for the most part.

 

One night my buddies tapped out early, but I had a good feeling so I stuck it out. I'd pushed out into water as deep as my chest waders would allow, then bombed out a cast. I was creeping back my bait very slowly, so I was barely moving for some time.

 

Something slowly came into view a few feet to my right. At first I thought it was a floating stump because it looked like it had heavy bark, but as my eyes adjusted I could see that it wasn't. As I focused to take a better look I almost crapped myself. A nasty head with a neck as long as my forearm ejected from the shell of an impossibly humongous snapping turtle, then it looked right at me. A freakin prehistoric monster that had zero fear of humans. It had gigantic claws too. I felt completely nekkid and helpless, so I shielded my manhood and booked it back to shore fast as my feet would take me.