School football is half a month away and I’m struggling sitting tight for the initial commencement! My excitement for this season is twofold; I begin contemplating stream fishing and tuning in to the University of Alabama play football on Saturday evenings.
For additional years than I want to recall that, I’ve spent a ton of my Saturday evenings in harvest time, on my boat secured in the Tennessee River, pretty much a mile downstream from the Guntersville Dam where enormous catfish meander!
With my radio tuned to a station that conveyed broadcasts of the Crimson Tide and two poles bedeviled with chicken liver, I would go through a comfortable evening time fishing and supporting the “Tide”. On the off chance that I were out of reach from a station that conveyed my group, I would tune to any SEC school that I could get on my old battery fueled radio.
Saturdays on the Tennessee River in harvest time are typically warm and quiet yet without the smothering warmth of summer. Normally just a couple of the turbines at the dam are beating the water to white froth, while making the flow downstream delicate and tranquil. The old melody, “Up a Lazy River” truly applies to this 652 mile long strip of water. On quiet ends of the week in the fall when the days are chilling off a little, large catfish that stow away all over the stream in openings and caverns close to the banks, come out to discover their evening snacks.
There have been numerous gigantic catfish gotten on the Tennessee River. The biggest I have at any point seen weighed 105 pounds. There have been pictures of much bigger makes up for lost time and down the stream. The biggest I’ve gotten was 34 pounds and to me it resembled attempting to pull in a solid square.
It truly doesn’t make any difference the number of or how enormous a fish I get on the ideal long periods of fall. It’s simply being there on the stream away from everybody that makes those minutes essential, fish or no fish!
The third Saturday in October is forever my #1 end of the week to spend on the waterway. ซานโตรินี่ That is the end of the week that the University of Alabama and the University of Tennessee hold their yearly football contention. At the point when the game is being played in Knoxville, you may see boats made a beeline for the arena on the banks of the Tennessee River. There are generally flags flying, reporting the most loved group of the proprietors of the boats.
In October the leaves are switching tones around and down the stream. Nature has masterminded a range with each tone conceivable; free for survey by anybody sufficiently lucky to be on the water during this season! I frequently see Bald Eagles skimming richly ridiculous searching for supper and making the day for me slightly more peaceful.
The tranquility of the waterway and its tree lined banks is regularly broken by a fish having the nerve to eat up my trap. At the point when that occurs, I speedily drag him ready so I can return to my comfortable evening. Different occasions the spell is broken by cheering coming from the radio. Somebody just made a score! On the off chance that the group that scored is one of state colleges, some place along the stream you’ll hear a cheer coming from somebody like me, exploiting an excellent day.
Fall fishing is a salve for the spirit. It’s a chance to save all that has to accomplish with work and stress. Get out into the waterway with a boat and either float or anchor. At that point you should simply to tune in to the leaves falling. Quit worrying about the fish!