fishinwrench

Heck yeah, y'all stroked 'em. Way to go!

Yeah this needs to happen on a wide scale. Guys prancing around on stage with a big bass in each hand is ignorant, we've all seen enough of that. It's way past time to find a better/smarter way to score competitive fishing events.

Knowing what we know now about the wars that were started and how our vets are treated.....How can you think poorly of draft dodgers? Seems to me that they were considerably smarter in hindsight.

When your holding a flyrod caught striper you can wear one of those jewish beanie's and still look cool.

No it's the lack of creative selfies that hurt your coolness. ?

The pilings are at Ho-Humm but Corkery is (was) about 1/4 mile upstream on the opposite side. I've always wondered why they chose that spot for a bridge. Why build a bridge from a near bluff to a gravel bar ? A much easier and less expensive bridge could have been built just a short distance either upstream or downstream.

Nice! Yep, worth it. Numbers of smaller fish (if not too much smaller) certainly makes the day seem like less of a chore but catching better average fish is what it's all about. I keep track of my weight of keeper sized fish, and consider a 12-15lb. limit a pretty good day.

Works BETTER because the angle is adjustable. There is no way to perfectly center a thru-hull transducer. And if you only plan on spending 200 bucks or less on the unit.... then you need every installation advantage you can get. How fast do you plan on going? I run a 64mph bass boat and I can't outrun my pings.

As far as I know, the Corkery story is the most interesting one of the entire watershed. But there was also a giant meteor crash a long LONG time ago, I believe it was between the river and Decaturville. It changed the topography of the area for 12-15 miles. Now that is one big ball of space junk! The HaHa Tonka castle story is pretty interesting too if you're into shrewd business deals and shady lawyer tricks. The high bluff where the Niangua meets the Osage is a place where an Osage Indian chief threw his daughter to her death for flashing her boobs at little Indian boys. I guess she just couldn't keep her Ta-Ta's in her buckskin and the ol'man got fed up with it.

You could wet wade knee deep. When that cold water hits your bag.....YOU'LL BACK UP.

I know how but mounting on the outside of the transom is better (and less expensive to have done).

It's also the narrowest section of the Gravois arm which happens to be less than 1/4 mile from the widest section of the Gravois arm, and where 2ft. wakes turn into 4ft. rollers that are 18-20 feet peak to peak. Beautiful piece of point/hump structure that seldom holds fish anymore because of the rediculis turbulence. The only limit of Walleye I've ever seen caught on LO was caught there in 1989 by the man whom it is named after.

I saw the real clincher the other day.....A dude wearing his hat straight BUT had his sunglasses on the back of his head. Let's see, how can I dress tomorrow so as to be unique and clever? I know.....I'll wear my underwear over my left shoulder, and stuff my socks in my ears.

For all of its scenic beauty, the one point along the Niangua that seems to attract the most attention and curiosity is not a specimen of nature. It is a man-made feature. For quite to everyone’s surprise, about midway between Buffalo and the Camden line, in what might be considered the middle of nowhere, there are bridge piers — three tall stone piers more or less in the river, plus a headwall and wingwall to one side — with nary the trace of a superstructure, no approaching road, and no apparent reason for being there. It is a mystery that begs explanation. The piers jut some twenty feet above the normal steam level and appear to be quite old. Yet even the nearby campground operator is hard pressed to explain how they got there, or when. But the answer to this mystery lies in ruins hidden nearby. Amidst the tangle of undergrowth, near the foot of the adjacent bluff, are the crumbled and decayed remnants of a town. It was the site, in days long past, of a settlement called Corkery. In his book, The Big Niangua River, author Glenn “Boone” Skinner traces the settlement to the year 1863. In that year Edward Corkery, a millwright from Scotland, set up a waterwheel-powered grist mill on the river for one William Poynter. Apparently Corkery stayed on after the mill was built and established a store nearby. Over the years this embryo of a town attracted a few other settlers. There would be, in time, a blacksmith shop, a sawmill, a ferryboat, and a larger general store with a post office. Fittingly, Edward Corkery was its first postmaster. Others who lived nearby made their living either by farming or by cutting railroad ties out of the surrounding forest and floating them down the river. All that activity — especially the grist mill, where a farmer could have his wheat ground into flour and his corn crushed into meal — attracted a constant, if not lively flow of individuals and families who were rather starved for human interaction. They came from both sides of the river and likely stayed a day or two just to catch up on the news of a world that was so very distant and different from their own. At some point a low water bridge was constructed to get their heavily-laden wagons across the Niangua. But the bridge did not last long, nor did the first grist mill. Both were victims of flooding along the capricious river. The big flood that everyone spoke of took place in 1902. No one can account for the ferryboat after that; probably it left for the lower valley on the crest of the rising torrent, never to be seen again. A new grist mill was built after the flood, this one apparently sat back from the banks of the river and used a gasoline engine for its source of power. For a while, business resumed — but there were problems. In drier seasons, the river was shallow enough to allow wagons to ford across. And even early day automobiles, with their high ground clearance could get over at times. But it was a tenuous crossing, at best. If a driver were not careful, his low axle vehicle was likely to become a raft in midstream. Upriver near Buffalo, the state built a bridge over the Niangua. Folks around Corkery wanted a bridge, too, and they appealed to the Dallas County Court for assistance. Then, in 1918 or 1920 — the sources disagree — the county came forth with some money and the piers were constructed with local labor. Plans called for a steel and wood decked superstructure. Then two things happened that put an end to any hope for a bridge. First, the grist mill, Corkery’s mainstay business, closed. Isolated as it was, even with the miller’s tithe of flour and meal from every farmer who brought grain to the place, it just wasn’t making money. And then some unnamed individual, who was supposed to be holding the money for the bridge construction, absconded with it. There was no more to be had. And so, the bridge was never finished. What was left of Corkery gradually diminished until it literally disappeared into the wildness from which it once stood out. There is a cemetery there, and Edward Corkery is said to be buried in it. But one would be hard pressed to point out his burial site. Like most of the tombstones, his marker has been worn smooth by the passage of time. One might instead regard the piers as Corkery’s monument; they stand silent and forlorn and hint at things that might have been.

Take an Auto bilge pump switch, a 9volt battery, and a buzzer from Radio Shack (total cost=16.99) Hook the wires together and set it 3" from the water line. There, you have your own warning device. Stop depending on others for your own safety. You're a big boy now. ?

Dang, he has 3 women? No wonder he's in a better mood.

I really REALLY want to, bro. I have trouble planning anything out of my little area here because work is always certain to interfere. Any chance I get to disappear for a COMPLETE DAY my wife usually pulls rank on, and says we are going to do THIS.... ? If all of you would just break more stuff then maybe I could retire soon and get to fish away from home more often. ?

The rod is pointed down when fishing a Spook, so a brisk sweep to the side gets the hooks set good without launching the bait airborne if he doesn't get stuck. The whole "waiting to feel the weight of the fish" before swinging just doesn't work for me. I don't possess that degree of self control after a topwater explosion.

The folks from NRR are only concerned with making money, and the folks using the river have never effected that one iota, so I don't see what their problem is. Are they afraid that someone in a canoe will steal a cow? Not likely.

The prism chromey finishes have always been good for me on "spooks" but I hate that the finish isn't very durable. When they start looking really ragged then I scrape it off and the result is a bone color that after awhile takes on a greenish yellow stain from the water, which seems to work great when the prism-chromey color doesn't. My absolute favorite is the Heddon Super Spook, or Super Spook jr. even though it's shape is boring, it's the motion that draws the strikes, and if you're working it right the fish never really get a good look at it anyway, so IMO the shape really doesn't matter. My hookup ratio and casting accuracy with the banana shaped baits kinda seems less, but that may just be in my head.

Fishing Gibson point on any weekend (or even on a windy day) is a recipe for frustration. I don't understand you guys that think you have to fish in the middle of the lake. My regular partner throws a fit to fish mainlake stuff all the time. I pull out there and just sit and eat a sandwich while he piddles around out there trying to "make something happen", and I tell him I'll get up and join him if he starts hammering them. If I gain another pound I'm just gonna start ignoring him when he starts pointing at stuff he wants to fish. Once he gets enough of fighting waves and fishing his mainlake crap then we go back to fishing in the creeks AND CATCHING FISH.

Bobby, that resembles an echo from something around 50 ft.

IMO the thing with these "flutter spoons" is that IF you are in an area that is holding fish you can only jerk that spoon up 3 to 10 times before your hung up on the reason why fish are there (stumps, brush, rocks). You can jerk a jig or a worm the same way and actually catch something besides the debris on the bottom. The type of spots where a flutter spoon is the best tool for the job are pretty dang rare, and expensive to find.

I was out until 4am fishing the full moon last night, so I'm not worth a crap today, but I'd be glad to take care of that for you Thursday or Friday. I am in Gravois Mills. 573-569-5406 I don't do Suzuki's or Honda's but everything else is fair game.

Once upon a time I had pinned down the sweet spot on Tony's point and could set out there and be culling within 2 hours during a June-July evening. Being able to stand up in the boat there now only happens in dreams. What kinda boat are you fishing strictly main lake areas in ?