Last week I was telling
a friend who grew up in New Jersey about how important the ACC tournament is
here in North Carolina. When I was a
kid, everyone in the class would bring small transistor radios to school and we
would prepare for the noon time game. By
prepare I mean we would run our little earphones up our shirt and out our long
sleeves. When it became game time, we
would prop our heads up with our hands which would conceal the earphones
located in our ears. I remember vividly
a highly recruited freshman from Georgia Tech taking the ball and running in
for an open layup in which a highly favored Carolina team just kind of cleared
the way for him. Unfortunately for Mark
Price, he scored on the wrong goal and after the game joked how he always
wanted to score a basket for Carolina.
This became a tradition
amongst us each year as March Madness approached.
Traditions are
interesting, as they are basically a ritual that involves more than one
person. One of my favorite traditions is
opening day of dove season. It has
become a tradition to be in the field on opening day whether rain or
shine. Over the past few years the day
has been very rewarding as far as numbers of birds and numbers of shots. Generation after generation share the field
and you never see anyone without a smile on their face.
Also in my younger
years, my dad used to convince me to go duck hunting with him on Thanksgiving
morning. By convince I mean ‘made’ me
go. I hated the cold unless there was a
football and running around going on.
But mixing the cold and the water and the biting wind was a little too
much for me. It never became a tradition
in our household. Probably because I
dreaded it at the time (of course now, I look forward to those moments!) we
just never did it on a consistent annual basis.
About five years ago I
got involved in something that I never thought would have become a
tradition. I was interested in learning
more about bowfishing and had been told of a place where the longnose gar was
plentiful. That March I drove down to
the creek and started walking up and down the banks. There, in one of the shallow rapids, I saw a
strange fish leaping, splashing, and flopping over the river rocks. It was as close to a scene of Alaskan Salmon
spawning as I had ever seen in person.
There were hundreds of them.
After some research, I
came to find out these fish made the spawn on just about the same week every
year. They would bottle up at this end
of the creek due to a dam about a half mile upstream blocking further
progression. I also found out they were
legal to bowfish and gig for.
Turner and a couple of suckers from a few years ago. |
I carried my new
bowfishing gear out and after dozens of shots I finally hit my first fish. Since then I have become much more proficient
at bowfishing, and have hunted many species with the bow with an arrow attached
by string.
I have also introduced
many to the sport during this annual spawn run, including my son and daughter. Now, each year, as March comes in, I head
down to the creek to look for signs of the redhorse sucker. Again, it has become a tradition.
The redhorse sucker can
be found anywhere from 3 ½ pounds to 6 pounds.
The current North Carolina state bowfishing record is 7 pounds. When you think of how big these fish are and the
numbers of them in such a quick flowing low water stream it can be awe
inspiring. The fish has a beautiful
orange glow with a deeper orange tint on the ends of its fins and tail. First glance and it will remind you of a
common carp or an oversized streamlined goldfish.
Julianne and I with a couple of suckers over the weekend. |
It is also very tasty
considering it feeds off the bottom of the river bed.
As far as the
tradition, my daughter is probably the most excited. She bounces with joy with the mention of the
sucker run. In fact, we recently hit the
banks of the water several times both during the day and at night. My youngest son can’t wait until he is old
enough to draw back the bow.
Unlike carp, the
suckers are not invasive nor or they detrimental to the river system. So we hunt them in moderation, only taking a
few. Those few made for good meals. But we know not to overdo it so our tradition
can continue.
I've heard of really big suckers running on the Holston. Are you fishing a tributary in NC or a main river? I haven't heard of too many big runs on some of the larger rivers in NC.
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