There is an old saying about fishing: “Give a man a fish, and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he will eat for a lifetime. Take Luke Robinson fishing, and it’ll be a really, really long, headache-inducing evening.”
OK, I made that last part up myself, but it doesn’t make the statement any less true. I am a bad fisherman. All of my fish tales involve “the one that got away” at Captain D’s. I couldn’t catch a catatonic carp in a baby pool.
Somehow, someway though my oldest son, Truitt, has the fishing fever. Or bug. Or worm. Or whatever they call it. I dunno. So, on Truitt’s seven-week stint with me this summer, I promised to take him fishing on lovely Lake Martin.
As I said, however, I am terrible at fishing. Therefore, in order to successfully take my son out on the lake to hook the big one, I needed help. Herculean help. Thankfully, Lake Martin fishing guide’s David Hare is just such a Hercules—in a fishing-ly, metaphoric sense because really David is not that big of a guy or anything.
Anyhoo, I set up the night fishing trip and Truitt, his buddy Robert, and my friend Justin all get set to reel in fish large enough to make the Gorton’s fisherman himself exclaim, “Great Cod Almighty, those are
The trip began at Kowaliga Bridge where David masterfully lowered his boat into the water. He then used a remote control—YEAH! A REMOTE CONTROL! —to back the boat off of his trailer. Then, by some
satellite GPS-do-hitchy magic, he commanded the craft to stay put until we were all
Immediately, I was thinking, “Uhhhh, this guy can drive a boat better via remote control than I can with my hands at 10 and two on the steering wheel!”
Off into the (kinda) deep blue (or greenish-brown) sea (lake) we go. I can’t tell you the spots we went or David will stick some other remote controlled device on me no doubt (true fisherman keep their honey holes secret), but I will say that our three main locations for fishing were quite surprising to me.
I had always believed fish like trashy areas with old, sunken Christmas trees or driftwood. Well, maybe some fish like those areas, but not the fish we wanted.
We were hunting striper bass. That’s right. Striper bass.
(At this point in the story it is important to note I know nothing about striper bass. He could have said we were fishing for the elusive “Yeti-finned large mouth copper-headed batfish,” and I would have nodded as if I knew that existed.)
Let me you one thing about striper bass fishing that night: The sea was angry, my friends.
Not really. It was actually quite calm, but the fish weren’t incredibly hungry. David’s fish-finder lived up to its moniker, but the fish just weren’t biting like they should. That happens on fishing trips. Fish can be fickle. Maybe it was too hot (it was July after all), or maybe they all had a big lunch at Golden Corral. Who knows.
Then, out of nowhere, a strike. Not just a strike. This fish was hooked.
Truitt’s eyes grew as large as a Yeti-finned large mouth copper-headed batfish. David got Truitt to the reel quickly and guided him through the process of bringing the giant lake monster in the boat.
Back and forth. Blow for blow. Fish versus preteen. Until eventually Truitt reeled the striper to the top of the water where David scooped him up. Quickly, the fish was released from his hook, weighed, and given to Truitt to hold for photographic evidence.
Fourteen pounds of scaly accomplishment. Is that big? I am still not sure. Based on David’s history on the lake, I bet he catches fish like that all of the time. It doesn’t matter. Truitt was beaming, and it’s something I will never forget.
Later, Robert caught a fish of similar size. Only two striper bass were captured that evening. They were enough, though. Enough to make both boys happy and one dad even happier.
Of course, Truitt and Robert had both fish mounted. A word of warning: That ain’t cheap financially. But emotionally? For your kid’s first big fish? It’s worth every penny.
Bottom line (hook and sinker included): Alex City Fishing Guide is the ONLY way to fish on Lake Martin. Oh you can snag something without a guide, but the memories we reeled in could only be caught with David Hare’s help.
If you are interested in a truly awesome time on Lake Martin, I HIGHLY suggest Alex City Guide Service. Call David at (256)401-3089 or find him on Facebook by searching Alex City Guide Service.
Take it from this seasoned fishing veteran: You’ll be hooked on Alex City Guide Service as David feeds you no lines, chum!