The only golf that I’ve ever played is of the mini variety. I’ve never really played an 18 hole course or really ever just hit a ball. The last time I went to a driving range I couldn’t drive the car to get there. The previous sports editor was a golfer, he used to write about golf almost every week. I am not; my biggest accomplishment in golf was when I figured out that if I hit the ball hard enough the magic brooms would dump water on people at the Fantasia mini-golf course that I played at while I was in Orlando on spring break this year.
What I am though is a fisherman. I love to fish and will go out as often as I can. For about as long as I can remember my father has taken me on the water and taught me everything that he knows about fishing. I learned everything from how to bait a hook to what lures to use when I wasn’t having any luck with a bobber and worm. I grew up fishing in Chenango County and can remember walking the streams in Amblerville with my father and grandfather and having very little luck, but having a lot of fun.
Fishing in Chenango County for me has been a lot of trial and error. Some days spots that are usually gold mines end up being complete busts for the day. Recently I’ve been fishing a lot at Chenango Lake. The past few years the joke has always been if you want to practice your casting, that’s where you want to fish. But this summer has been different. Almost every week I’ll ride on up to the lake with my father and fish from shore with just a bobber and worms and catch tons of fish. There hasn’t been much of anything in the trophy fish category, but the little guys still put up a fight nonetheless.
For me fishing isn’t really about the competition of who can catch the biggest fish or who can catch the most fish. I just find it to be relaxing and fun. I’m not saying that I don’t go out and try to land the biggest fish that I can, I’m just saying that I fish for the fun of it, just like my predecessor golfed for the fun of it.
All in all there are literally hundreds of hidden spots around the county to fish. I haven’t yet gotten the chance to get out and explore them all yet, but I’m hoping that one day I will. It’s worth noting that I’m not the greatest fisherman in the world either; you can ask anyone I’ve ever fished with about the rat’s nest of a tangle that almost always ends up happening to my line. I am by no means an expert, but I’m more than capable to handle myself on the water.
I feel obligated that I should take this opportunity to talk about my new position here at the Evening Sun. It has been two weeks since I’ve gotten settled into my new position as the sports editor and I think that I’m starting to get the hang of it. I’m starting to get my name out there to all the different coaches and people that make athletics happen in Chenango County. Like I said in my introductory article last week, I’ve got some big shoes to fill with Pat gone, I wear a size 12 but no we’re just getting off topic. What I’m trying to say is that through these blogs and through my articles I hope to bring you all the coverage and accuracy that was seen in the previous 20 years (I’m only 22 so I was two when Pat started).
As this is my first blog I wasn’t really sure what to write or how to write it. I just figured that I’d write about something that I’m passionate about. So goodluck to all the other fisherman out there, and let me know where the best spot in the county is and maybe I’ll see you there.
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