Welcome to another exciting year of fishing NYC parks and other commuter friendly haunts of old and new. Hopefully, this year I will have a chance of showcasing other lakes aside from Brooklyn's Prospect Park, and maybe sub featuring some saltwater trips that I will take this season. Congratulations to me, for yesterday marked the official opening day of my personal fishing season, and hopefully, yours is around the corner. Yesterday, while at work I began to rummage through some old in-promptu photos, stored in my cell phone, of some fish I caught at Prospect Park in the past years. I've had my current phone for over two years, and I luckily have alot of storage space. Fortunately, I discovered a new function within my phone. It seems that the date and time of the picture is stored along with the photo. Yes! I have been unknowingly keeping a visual fishing log. And although the recent warming trend has reminded me of a past year of March fishing, now I would have evidence.
And there it was; on March 26th 2007, at around 3:30 pm, I caught a spinner bait bass in Prospect Park. Now, if only my cell phone recorded temperature as well. But do not allow me to mislead you into believing that a mere time signature on cell phone photos influenced me into dusting of the old pole and scrouging around the tackle box for fishing jigs. The truth of the matter is that I hadn't been out at all around Prospect Park or any lake for that matter. In the past years, I've at least prodded around the lake with my polarized shades or even through some jigs at an ice clear opening in the lake. So why haven't I've gone fishing earlier? Why haven't other fisherman gone fishing earlier? What really decides the day that we go back on hunt for the largemouths and panfish?
For me, it was the four meetings that I had at work, and missing lunch, and the pizza slice that I so wanted that slipped out of my hand into a dark NYC puddle as I ran to explain to the police officer who was waving a small palm pilot like object at the registration sticker of my car, that I just needed two minutes to ward off starvation. With nothing else available for consumption, I swallowed my pride and drove home and made a decision to go fishing that day. Welcome Back.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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