“It is the Witching Hour,” he smiled, in the dark. Heavily I breathed; involuntarily I shivered in the early morning's cool.
I cast to a small crevice close to the great pyramid's base. Natural stair steps, formed from the daily irrigation drawdown, walked right into the water. I waited, cranked slowly and waited.
We were fishing Mexico's Lake Baccarac.
For years my good friend Nick Fox had been bugging me to go to Baccarac but I wasn't too excited about it.
“Not interested,” I told him.
“Nick, I am lucky and blessed. I have fished from Canada to Belize and the thought of a long, expensive trip to catch a few big, largemouth bass doesn't thrill me.”
He would laugh. “Yea, well, these are not your typical largemouth bass.”
Finally I relented and just last week I joined Fox, Larry Woodward of TV's Outdoors in the Heartland and about twenty other fishing warriors for a black bass large fest.
Baccarac is about a six-hour bus ride north from Mazatlan. We passed through several small Mexican villages surrounded by miles and miles of crop lands that stretched forever it seemed. Eventually the green fields would nestle into the foothills of distant mountains. And slowly we worked our way to the top of the mountain.
“There is no way you can explain to folks back home what it is we experience here,” laughed Eddie Wilson at lunch the next day. Wilson owns St. Charles Hardwoods and is one of Fox's best customers. He had brought his son, C.J. with him on this trip.
“There is no place in the world where you can catch bass like this right now,” Wilson went on to say.
“Today C.J. and I caught several “book” fish (eight pounds or more), and we had a couple get off that were monsters.”
We could see he was reliving it as he told it. We all laughed.
The lodge sits on a mountaintop overlooking the sometimes blue, sometimes green lake. Vans are used to shuttle the fishermen from the lodge to the lake where guides are lined up in their boats and waiting.
The Mexicans hold flashlights for you as gear is transferred and you make your way to your boat.
Spacious nineteen-foot skiffs equipped with trolling motors and tillers are captained by hardworking and experienced local fishing guides.
Oh, I can tell you how nice the lodge is and that the service is five star, and how good the food is and blah, blah, blah. And that's all true.
But it is the fishing guides that make this camp special.
I've fished with lots of guides over the years and a typical day with a fishing guide in the U.S. goes like this: Right away you catch fish. You're off to a good start. Then there is a boat ride. Some are longer than others.
Then your guide will take you to waters he hasn't fished for a while. He'll experiment; pre fish for an upcoming tournament or pre fish for his next client. You may or may not catch fish.
Then you go on another boat ride; experiment some more; take another boat ride; then end up in another honey hole and end the day catching fish.
Head into the marina about five or so; don't want to miss dinner. Give your guide a nice tip and everyone's happy.
Not at Baccarac.
Each morning we were on the water at first light. Not once did we have a long boat ride to get to our first spot. And there is a lot of water on Baccarac.
Immediately every morning we were on fish. Slowly our guide inched along and we had time to cast to available cover. There are countless humps and untold edge on this lake.
There is no way one could thoroughly fish the lake in a week's time and never were we boating and not fishing; except to come in for lunch and our daily siesta, of course.
I had not thrown a bait caster in a while and on more than one occasion I created a bird's nest in my reel that would have made a robin proud.
The guides are used to this. Hand them the rod and reel and in minutes I was casting to cover again.
There are a lot of trees and bushes in Baccarac and occasionally you're going to get snagged. And we did. The guides are patient. Baits cost money. They take their time and they get the baits back.
The guides are good at repair, too. I don't know how many fish I caught on one white swim bait that should never have survived the number of fish it actually caught. Our guide used wire, tape and his lighter to best advantage. It was wonderful to watch.
And then later in the day, when the shadows lengthened, and the air began to cool that is when our guide would take us to big bass alley.
That is the time God set aside for fishermen; those precious moments right after dawn and just before dusk; when the shadows lengthen; when the cruisers come close and your dreams can come true. That is the Witching Hour. Oh God, I live for the Witching Hour. |
There are two absolutes in the current discussion of global warming. You can't change my mind, and I won't change yours. It doesn't matter what either of us believes to be true, but if our viewpoints are opposite they are virtually guaranteed to stay that way.
Kevin Meneau, a fisheries biologist from the Missouri Department of Conservation, forwarded to me a press release he found from a group called the Bipartisan Policy Center. The story told of a study from hunting and fishing organizations on the potential threats of climate change on fish and game habitats.
The Wildlife Management Institute compiled the report based on analysis from Ducks Unlimited, Trout Unlimited, BASS/ESPN, Izaak Walton League, Association of Fish and Wildlife Agencies, Coastal Conservation Association, American Sportsfishing Association, and Pheasants Forever.
Among the expected impacts of climate change would be loss of wetlands and sea-level rises impacting waterfowl reproduction, trout and salmon habitat destruction leading to population reductions estimated as high as 90 percent. Higher average temperatures would force big game species like antelope, deer and sheep to face reduced habitat and loss of winter ranges. Drought areas would devastate upland bird habitats, and saltwater species would face population declines and distribution even if water temperatures only increase minimally.
“Season's End; Global Warming's Threat to Hunting and Fishing” is available at the website www.seasonsend.org where you can also find updated information. Even if the comments do not change your opinion, they will get your attention.
“Salmon and trout are among America's most vulnerable species to the harmful effects of climate change” said Steve Moyer of Trout Unlimited. “In addition to spelling out the troubling consequences of climate change, the report brings hope that there is still time to take effective actions.”
The report also considers economic impacts if forecasts for higher temperatures and more violent weather come true.
“Annually the sportfishing industry has a $125 billion impact on our nation's economy,” said Mike Nussman, president and CEO for American Sports Fishing Association. “It is crucial that the industry, along with sportsmen and women, focus on the changes that are occurring in our climate and what it means to fish populations and their habitat.”
It doesn't matter whether you believe that the average global temperatures are rising or just cycling. If you think that global cooling is not far behind the current period of warming, or that increased carbon dioxide in the atmosphere is a cause rather than an effect, the potential for significant impacts on fish and wildlife population has to be some cause for alarm.
I don't want to try to convince anyone that global warming is real or a hoax, but I want everyone to acknowledge that how we interact with the planet has an impact. Coal burning electric plants may not be causing temperature increases or tornadoes, but they are not doing the air we breathe any favors. Our love affair with big, gas guzzling SUVs may never lead to melting ice or higher sea levels, but there are certainly transportation options that are friendlier to the environment.
The compact fluorescent bulb may not produce the same soft white light of an incandescent bulb, but saving money seems like an even smarter strategy than trying to save the world. My 14- for 60-watt exchange is hardly a drop of glow compared to the bright lights of the Las Vegas strip, but I'm certainly going to end up much further ahead economically than those expecting to strike it rich in Sin City.
My opinion on human interference with the environment dates back to one of my earliest childhood memories. My Uncle Wink was steering his john boat up the Missouri River from Gasconade when we came to a large pipe discharging into the river. I have no idea where we stopped, nor do I recall exactly where we were headed on that boat ride, but I can still see that lime green slime gushing forth and mixing with the muddy water. It could have been harmless run-off , but I doubt that fish, ducks and other river users found it to be an appealing additive.
I can't recall the dialogue, but remember that my dad and his brother were less disgusted than me. They had grown up on the river and seemed to believe that the Mighty Missouri could withstand the added affluent. Indeed, the colorful water quickly dissipated, and even though my mind still sees that pipe as a huge pouring spout, it may have been just a small commercial drain line. It probably went mostly unnoticed by those who passed it at a pace quicker than the idle speed we went by it that day.
I'm sure I could never find that spot again, because at sometime during the past 40 years someone undoubtedly said this can't be good. Maybe it never hurt the river's ecosystem, and perhaps dozens or hundreds more just like it coexisted peacefully with the fish and wildlife, but either way I don't think it did them any favors.
My opinion of the whole global warming discussion doesn't really matter. Dire predictions are not going to change minds, but everyone should at least consider the possibility that our recklessness is not a positive thing. When you are enjoying the outdoors this summer, taking only picture and leaving only footprints, consider the entire footprint you are leaving behind and the pictures the next generation may see.
|