By RICK GOINES
Sunday was Mother’s Day. I am not a mother, but I played one in a school play years ago, so I figured that entitled me to go fishing on Mother’s Day. Need an excuse or rationalization to go fishing? Check with me, I’ve got plenty!
After suffering through 2-3 days of a rain induced swollen, unfishable Tar River at Battle Park in Rocky Mount, it was jackpot time on Sunday. Without a doubt, I had my best white shad fishing day ever, fishing from sunrise to early evening. Action was good all day, with a little lull for about 2-hours in the heat of the afternoon.
I am proud to report to you that I enjoyed a 50-fish day. I caught a personal best 46 white shad, 3 hickory shad, and foul-hooked a very angry, upset 3-foot gar. I thought I had two large white shad, or maybe a big rockfish, so I was a little surprised to see Mr. Gar. It was like reeling in an uncooperative 2x4 piece of lumber.
Having caught a white shad on the first and last cast, it could definitely be said that I left biting fish. Worn slam out and hungry, I packed my mess and headed home to Tarboro before Wifey changed the locks on the doors.
Rick’s Soapbox – I had a catheter put in my arm Monday at the hospital in Greenville for some IV therapy. It was not a pleasant experience. I closed my eyes during the procedure and thought about shad fishing. By 3 p.m. that is exactly what I was doing, catching white shad with my catheter flapping in the breeze. The pain and discomfort of my morning ordeal was forgotten ancient history. My fishing therapy was working!
See you on the water, my friend!