THE WIGGLY JIGGLY JIG HEAD BY LOGIC LURES

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THE NEXT GENERATION IN PLASTIC LURE FISHING!

If you fish soft plastic lures in freshwater or salt water, you need Logic Lures new Wiggly Jiggly’s. These lures are “hot” for red fish, trout, snook, and permit, on the bays and flats.  Freshwater anglers love them for big bass and steelhead.

These jig heads have revolutionized soft plastic bait fishing, with their patented flexible hook attached to the jig head. Most jig heads have a stationary hook molded into the head, which prevents the plastic lure from flexing except in the tail area. The front of the lure is therefore stiff. The Wiggly Jiggly allows the lures to move from the head back, and provides a much more natural swimming motion. Whether used as a swimming retrieve, or a jerk motion, the Logic lures look like the real thing. The Wiggly Jiggly jig heads can be sues with any of your favorite soft plastic baits, but Logic lures makes their own “Fluttter Tails” which are perfect for the Wiggly Jiggly lure system.

Watch the Logic lures in action at the our Bass Tackle Depot site.  Buy all of the Logic Lure products at the Fishing Tackle Depot.

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“A TRUE BASS MASTER”

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Earl Douglass & friend Olive Yarborough, off Little Peanut Island in Lake Worth Lagoon, (1951) note Blue Heron Bridge in the background!

“A TRUE BASS MASTER”

When I think of Bass Masters, it takes me back to 1953. That’s when my Granddaddy Earl Douglass, would pick up his 4 year old grandson, at 4:00 A.M. for a day of fishing on the Big “O” (Lake Okeechobee, Florida). He would drive us the 40 miles west from West Palm Beach, out the 2 landed, washboard, State Road #80 through the rich Everglades muck land and sawgrass marshes, to the small farming town of Belle Glade. We would stop at a tiny greasy spool restaurant in downtown Belle Glade for a quick breakfast. His breakfast was always 2 eggs over easy, two strips of bacon, home fries with onions & coffee.

Granddaddy would then drive us the last mile or so, out Canal Road and up and over the Herbert Hoover Dike. We would slowly cross the single lane, Point Chosen Bridge, the 75 year old swinging span draw bridge, that still exists today, connecting Torey Island and Cramer Island to the mainland and Belle Glade. As we crossed the bridge, I remember seeing Slims Fish Camp, and the lit up, wooden covered boat docks, snuggled in a small cove, almost under the south western side of the bridge on the Torey Island. I can remember the old fashioned wiring that lit a single naked light bulb hanging over every other boat slip in the small marina at Slims. Slims small tackle store always smelled like the lake water, due to the live bait tanks full of grass shrimp, Missouri Minnows and live lake shad. Granddaddy knew Slim, because both had been in and around Belle Glade for over 30 years at that point. My Granddaddy lost a home in the 1928 Hurricane in Belle Glade, when over 2800 people perished.

Slim always had boat #4 ready for Granddaddy to hang his own 1950, 10 HP. Johnson motor on, and filled up his 6 gallon gas tank for the days fishing. The boat was a 14 foot open hand built, wooden lake skiff, painted grey. The motor was driven by hand, with the throttle on the steering handle of the motor. There were no running lights, no batteries, no electronics, no depth recorders, no temperature gauges, no tolling motors, no power poles, no live wells, no jack plates, no power trim, and no GPS, just a boat, a small motor, and six gallons of gas.

Just before daylight began to break, Granddaddy would exit Slims and head west down the rim canal, the short distance to Pelican cut, wide open throttle,  at about 20 miles per hour. He would steer the small boat through the cut, following the narrow winding channel out into Pelican Bay. The channel could be seen in the early light because everything beyond  the boat channel was covered with lily pads, pepper grass or hyacinths. Every quarter of a mile or so, there was a tall stake driven in the lake bottom marking the channel, as it wound north westward out to the open water of the lake. At first light, it was time to fish.

Granddaddy would choose his spot, stop the small skiff, tip up the 10 Horse, and we would begin to drift slowly across the pepper grass beds. His rod and reel of choice was a 5 foot, split bamboo casting rod, with a Plfeuger service, bait casting reel. The reel had no anti reverse, (free spool all the time), and no drag system. The drag was your thumb! His reel was spooled with 20lb. dark green nylon braid, and the only bass lures in his tackle box were several coffee colored Johnson weedless spoons, two Baby Dalton Specials, and three Arbogast jitter bugs, one black, one white with a red head, and one frog. He also had two jars of the Uncle Josh pork chunk frogs, that were his favorites.

He had a similar small rod and reel fixed up for me, with my own coffee Johnson Spoon, and his favorite green frog pork chunk on it. Granddaddy would lean over to me, put his finger to his lips and go Shhhh; to let me know it was time to be quite. As we drifted across the grass flats, he would rear back with that bamboo rod, and sling that spoon and pork junk frog almost out of sight in the dimly lit early morning light. I sat patiently watching. as the Spoon and frog lure wobbled slowly over the top of the lily pads and pepper grass beds. Suddenly, a great explosion would engulf his frog. He would set the hook firmly, and the battle was on. The big bass would pull line as Granddaddy skillfully thumb the rear of the spool, and the handle of the reel spun wildly backwards. The fish would jump several times, trying to dislodge the hook of the Coffee Johnson Spoon. Slowly, the Bass Master would subdue to big fish, and would begin to retrieve line. He would skillfully bring him along side, lift the Lunker out of the water proudly and say “that’s how it’s done Mick”.

I would sit patiently for the first few casts, watching the same game play out, several times within in the first few minutes on the lake. It seemed he knew exactly where to cast to catch the next one. He knew exactly the proper retrieve for his lure to entice those big bass. He knew the proper drag to apply to wear them out without breaking  the nylon line. After boating each fish, he would  show them to me and repeat, “that’s how it’s done Mick”.  As a young boy, I dreamed of being able to fish like that some day.

After catching several bass, ranging from 4 to 10 lbs. or more, Grandaddy would put his rod down, and say OK, Mick it’s your turn. He picked up my rod, showed me how to hold it properly, with my thumb on the rear of the spool, and gave it a light cast. He handed the rod back to me and said OK, Mick reel it in like I do. All of a sudden, as my frog wobbled across the surface of the pepper grass, a huge explosion engulfed it. I can still hear my Granddaddy’s laugh, as I almost lost the rod overboard, and the big back lash that followed. He took my rod and skillfully cleaned the backlash, while continuing to keep pressure on the fish, He then handed the rod back to me to finish the fight. when the fish came along side, he lifted it from the water by it’s lower lip, look me in the eyes with a smile and said, That’s how it’s done Mick.

During those early morning bass fishing excursions with my Granddaddy Earl, I learned to cast my bait casting reel. I learned how to clean back lashes. I learned how to feel the rod, the fight, and to apply the correct drag to the fish. I learned where to cast. Why the fish were there and not in other places. I learned how to boat them, unhook them, and even release them if I was not going to eat them. Granddaddy never killed fish unless they were going in the frying pan.

 

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The Johnson Weedless Spoon (Gold) – Granddaddy preferred the Coffee colored)

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The Uncle Josh Pork Junk Frogs – His bass bait of choice.

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We Fish Rosco Terminal Tackle – Tell us your fishing stories & send us your “Pics”!

3896_517611028261659_1233869193_nRome Specialty Company Inc. has been manufacturing top quality fishing swivels, snaps, snap swivels and numerous other cutting edge terminal tackle for both salt and freshwater anglers for over 85 years. I personally have fished professionally and privately, almost exclusively, with Rosco Terminal Tackle for over 60 years. I can attest to the superior quality and dependability of Rosco made terminal tackle.

If you use Rosco tackle and have and exciting fishing adventure to share, visit us on facebook and “We Fish Rosco Tackle” .

 Buy your Rosco terminal tackle at the Fishing Tackle Depot

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TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN?

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Guess that depends on whether you’re grown up or not!

We catch bass with lures from the Depot! Check out the new Logic Lures. 

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PLUNKING BRANCH SWIVELS – FOR SALE AT THE DEPOT

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These unique Branch swivels are used for “plunking” for Steelhead and Salmon. They are hand made with sleeve swivels from Rosco Tackle, by a fisherman in Oregon, and sold at Fishing Tackle Depot.

They have great flexibility and can be used in many applications were fish are feeding in moving water or strong currents.

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We Fish Ande Line – Tell us your stories- send your pics

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ANDE MONOFILAMENT – OVER 50 YEARS – OVER 1800 IGFA WORLD RECORDS!

Tell us your fishing stories about using Ande Monofilament fishing line to catch your

prize fish! Share your pictures with other Ande Fishing line users.

 

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“THAT’S JUST FISHING”

The day was Saturday January 11, 1969, and the wind was blowing about 40 mph out of the northwest. A cold front had blown through south Florida on Wednesday, and the weather was snorting. Each day, later in the week, had gotten colder and the northwester had picked up steam. It was 28 degrees as we all stood huddle on the end of the Sail Fish Club main dock at 6:00 A.M., getting instructions and box lunches for the final day of the Master’s Sail Fish Tournament. The temperature was so cold that the Lake Worth Lagoon had steam rising from it and we could only see the tops of the candy cane striped Florida Power & Light plant’s, 250″ smoke stacks, 1/2 mile across the turning basin of the Palm Beach Inlet.

Unfortunately, the tournament committee had already called the tournament off for the one allowable weather day, of the six day tournament, on Tuesday (Jan. 7th), as weather was getting worse, while the cold front was approaching.  the weather had continued to deteriorate each day thereafter. As crews and anglers we had been fishing in 10 to 12 foot seas and cold nasty weather since Wednesday. Fishing had been good, but conditions were not only miserable but had reached the dangerous stage.

One “old salt”, Captain Freddy Voss, was vocal about the committee not calling off the last day of the tournament. Of course he had been at the Inlet Bar most of the previous evening. He was standing on the dock barefoot, wearing cache shorts and a Rybovich & Son’s T shirt from the day before. Capt. Fred had little credibility with the committee, even though he was making his point known. As crew, we all pretty much agreed with him.

At 6:45 A.M. our feet of 30 boats were heading out Palm beach Inlet, into what we all knew would be a brutal day of huge seas, blustering cold winds, salt spray everywhere, and even dangerous conditions. But it was the last day of  the Master’s Sail Fish Tournament.

If there was a bright spot in the circumstances, it was that the Sand Kat, a 40 foot sport fisherman, that my older brother, Capt. Doug Oliphant, and I were running, were starting the day in second place, only 2 fish out of first. As the luck of the draw our two anglers were Dave Carpenter, the previous years Masters’ Sailfish Tournament winner, and JoJo De Guercio, probably the best angler alive at the time. It just so happened, that JoJo was already in the lead going into the last day by 1 fish, and Dave was in the hunt only 2 fish back.

The Sand Kat had been raising our share of fish all week, and Doug & I were stoked concerning the quality of our anglers. We truly knew we had a good shot at winning, if we raised the fish.

As expected, the seas were monsterous, the wind was freezing, cold salt spray was everywhere. There was so much steam coming off the water you could not see the baits, and in those conditions, on a day boat, there is no place to hide.

In spite of the conditions however, sail fish were tailing down sea, and we were in fish all day long. Dave and Jojo were on the rods constantly, and we often had pods of fish up. They were eating everything. When the action started, we knew we were going to be tough to beat. The competition was on between Dave and Jojo, standing shoulder to shoulder baiting and fighting sail fish. As a young mate, I was watching the best in their sport, doing their “thing”. These guys both were great anglers.

By 2:00 P.M., we had 11 hookups, but Dave had released 1 sail, and Jojo had released none. Both were sliding down the leader board and out of contention.

At that point Jojo personally had jumped off or lost nine fish, that were hooked, taking drag, and jumping. He turned to me and asked, “Mickey, do you see anything I’m doing wrong?” I was speechless. The best in the world is watching a Master’s win slipping away, and he’s asking a 20 year old mate what’s wrong?

By the end of the day, the Sand Kat was 1 for 18, and Jojo was zero for 12. As we strolled in Palm Beach inlet after a brutal day on the ocean for all of us,  Jojo, standing on the bridge with Doug and me, apologized and said, “I’m sorry guys, you and I all should be standing on the podium tonight as winners and I let you down. I don’t what I was doing wrong.”

I turned to him and said, “Jojo, I watched the two best anglers in the  business today have a bad day, and you guys did nothing wrong, That’s just Fishing”.

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Read more about JoJo Delguercio –  http://fishingtackledepot.net/sportfishings-pioneers.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

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