Archive for December, 2009
Wednesday, December 9th, 2009
My last duty station in the military was at Barbers Point, Hawaii. In 1987 and a bit of 1988, I worked part time as a night watchman on a dry dock just outside of Barbers point. In and of itself, there are quite a few interesting stories to tell about that. This dry dock was involved in making the decorations depicting bomb strikes on the vessles used to film “Winds of War.” That was neat to see. Then, there was the huge sailboat we had in the dock for about six months while we cleaned it up and fixed the break in the keel which was caused by not blocking it correctly. At least, that is what the owners said. Then, there were other boats that came and went including a submarine which was also used in the movie.
Now, those things are neat, but not the reason why you take a low paying night time job. You take it because these little man made bays off the ocean are prime breeding areas for all kinds of fish. On top of that, you have a huge spotlight at your disposal to draw the fish to the good ol’ fishing hole. We had so much fun fishing there.
I have tried to recall and look up names of fish we frequently caught and have struggled on both accounts. There was a large eyed Jack we called Papio. I think when it got over five or ten pounds we called it ulua. What we caught off the end of the dock was Papio. These were a nice silver fish that tasted great. When they hit, the really fought and were great fun to catch. They tended to school with a reddish colored fish whose name I could not locate. It too tasted quite nice. If you caught an eight inch fish of either type, we figured they were pretty big. Then, there was the Oio. This is a Ladyfish or Bonefish. These were really fun. They looked a bit like Walleyes and were typically 18 to 24 inches long. You cleaned these fish by “Spooning” them. To do this you cut off the tail about an inch into the fish. Then, you took a large spoonand gradually worked the meat out the cut end of the fish. It would squirt out like toothpast. Then, you took the bowlful of meat and mixed it up with eggs and other spices and vegetables and made deep fried meatballs from it.
My FAVORITE fish to catch was the Hammerheads. They were about two feet long and fought like crazy. It would take about 20 minutes to land each one. The interesting thing about these fish was they stunk to heaven. But, if you gutted them and let them hang in the water overnight, they cleaned right up and you had some very good meet with no bones. MMM MMM MMM! If you ever fish for hammerheads, be very careful of their teeth and skin. The first one I caught sliced me like a razor and the skin is like an 80 grit sandpaper so handle with care.
I just wish I had had my Emmrod fishing poles back then. It would have been so easy to put all my gear in a little bucket and have it convenient to go fishing. The packer to bring in those guys you caught with bait and the kayak king to go after the Oio and Hammerheads by spinning. Yes sir, if the opportunity to get a job on a dry dock presents itself, jump for it!
I am going to put in a word of caution. I am not sure how healthy these fish were. Who knows what kind of impact those rusting hulks we cleaned up had on the water in there. But, my last kid was born after we ate a lot of these fish and I was not able to sell him to the circus. On the contrary, he has his Mother’s good looks, His father’s wife’s intelligence, graduated from Whitworth University summa cum laude and is now teaching English for the Japanese Government in Japan.
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Tuesday, December 8th, 2009
My parents had three tours with Wycliffe Bible Translators in the Philippines. In their second tour, which occurred in the late 50’s early 60’s , they worked mostly in what we called an “allocation.” As translators, it was important for them to be in a situation where they were both immersed in the local population, culture and language AND that population should be speaking a pretty pure form of the language being studied. In Bukidnon Province, the lowlands had a pretty big mix of language use. The trade language was Visayan and the local language was Binokid. My folks were studying Binokid. Lowland villages no longer had the “pure” language with many trade language words, not to mention English and Spanish words creeping into the daily lexicon.
So, on their second tour, they moved back away from the valleys taking refuge in the pure linguistic highlands of the hinterland. “Our” village was called Kibalabag (Key Bah La Bahg). To get there, you drove to the end of the highway from the provincial capital, Malaybalay. I am not sure how far of a drive it was, but, certainly not more than several miles. From that point, we meandered through the valleys gradually climbing higher into the mountains. We crossed one river once, one river twice and one river 9 times. “Crossing” is defined as wading through the river. There was no significant road, certainly no bridges, just a faint path. During the three to four month long rainy season, no one went in and no one went out. You just could not cross the rivers. Kibalabag was about 8 miles back into the mountains and covered a bit of a patch on the side of a mountain. I used to say the town I grew up in was so small we had no crime in the streets. We had crime, we just did not have streets!
My parents and brother and sister lived here most of the time and were home schooled by my parents. I stayed in bording school at Nasuli, about 12 miles on the far side of Malaybalay. Isn’t it funny how time changes things? It seemed like the other side of the world, but, in reality, it was only about 20 miles away! So, in the vacations I went up to the mountains. I loved it! I enjoyed going out into the jungle with the boys of my vintage in the village.
One of the joys I had was making rope with the folks who lived there. Cash crops were few and far in between. One of the few was finished rope or the hemp necessary to make the rope. A banana tree like plant called “abaca” (ahh bah cah) was the source of the hemp. You cut the tree down about 6 inches above the ground. Now, the term tree is used loosely. It only took one or two, maybe three whacks with a bolo (machete) to cut through the tree. It is made, like the banana tree, with thick layers of a fiberous, high water content, built like cardboard boats. These layers are kind of like petals with a leaf at the very top. After cutting the tree down, you cut off the top just below the leaves. The layers then just pop right off with a light tug. After removing a layer, the top sixteenth of an inch thick skin is pulled off. This is done by inserting a knife under about four to six inches of the skin then grabbing that bit and pulling it up which strips it off the entire six to 8 feet or so of the layer. Then, you do the same with the remaining portion and just discard the thicker portion of the layer. Next, you take the pieces of skin to a machine which has a metal blade with small teeth. You lift the blade with your foot. Throw the bulk of the skin on the far side of the machine, insert six inches or so of the skin under the blade, let the blade down, grab that short piece of skin, pull briskly and drag it through the blade. Then, reverse the process and get rid of the pulp from the last bit you held on. The fibers are hung up and dried for several days. Finally, they are either woven into ropes or packed into huge bales. In both cases, the product is taken in packs on the villagers’ backs down the trail described above and sold in Malaybalay.
We got most of our water from the river which was about half a mile away. We had large bamboo stalks about 5 to six inches diameter and about five to six feet long. Bamboo is hollow and has a membrane every foot or so that makes each compartment watertight. We would knock out all these membranes except the bottom. I do not know how much water you could carry in one tube, but, I would guess about four to five gallons.
We cooked on a fire table. This table was to one side of the kitchen. It was aboutthree feet deep and four feet wide. It was covered with the same grass roof that covered most of the roof. Oddly enough, it never caught on fire. I never understood that. We built two fires on the table and cooked in pots hung over the fires. The fire table was only walled in about 3/4s of the way up to the roof so the smake could escape outside of the house. We also had a small two burner kerosene stove; however, kerosene had to be brought in on people’s back so it was not practicle to use it. I do not recall it ever being used.
Bathing was either with a washbasin or more likely just going to the river and doing it in conjuction with washing the clothes and getting the drinking water. Remember, Get water upstream, wash downstream!
Mostly, we went to bed early. But on those days we stayed up for special circumstances we used a coleman lantern. Again, fuel had to be carried in so it was used sparingly. Being close to the equator, we did have fairly long days.
We had a two way radio and maintained a morning and evening daily contact with our headquarters in Nasuli. We did run a generator which ran the radio. I think the only time we ran it besides to run the radio was on Christmas, my dad hooked it up to the Christmas Tree lights and ran it for about an hour. The entire village turned out to see that. This radio was ultimately important to my family because we had a very strangely behaving cat. My dad killed it (one of the horrible memories etched in my brain), cut off its head and shipped the head to Nasuli to be shipped to Manila to check for the potential of Rabbies. Turned out to be infexted and we all had to leave to get shots, but that is another story. I was spared due to my arrival time at the village.
I could be like Led Zepplin and Ramble On over many topics, but will end with the only part of this story related to fishing.
We had a pretty wide river which I mentioned earlier. at times, there was virtually no water and at other times, it was a raging torrent many feet above “normal.” I can not recall ever seeing any significant fish come from the river. That has always been strange to me, even as a young kid. There were all kinds of little critters, perhaps part of the salamander family, that lived in the water and under the river rocks. These were taken for food and I can recall hunting for them with other village boys. I do not know how they tasted because they ended up in their homes. My mom was pretty flexible, but she drew the line at wierd things and the field rats which were a delicacy in this village. Those were huge critters a good 2 feet from nose to tip of tail.
I will probably write a few more stories about this village as it has many fond memories so if this sort of thing appeals to you, check back again.
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Tags: Emmrod, mountain rivers, Nasuli, Philippines, primitive living
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Monday, December 7th, 2009
19-21 Dec, Tentative BX at Fairchild AFB.
12-13 Dec, Spokane Gun Show & Flea Market 404 North Havana St, Ste 1 Spokane Valley, WA 99202
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Saturday, December 5th, 2009
As I have meandered through the world and through my life one of the great mysteries I have noticed is how much resiliance God has built into his creation. Don’t weed your garden and in very short order, it is over run. Don’t plant a field and in ten years it has 5 to 15 foot trees all over it and in 20 it is a forest. Don’t fish an area and in a year or two it is full of fish. Even an empty pond, if it has enough water, will end up with fish brought in by fish eating birds like herons and storks. And Randy, don’t hunt Montana for a year and you will get a huge one later!
In some third world areas famous for slash and burn farming practices, a technique encouraged on the local citizenry is to create fields surrounded by a strip of trees. In the case I read not too long ago, the trees provided habitat for birds and lizards the people ate. Without the trees, they lost a major food source. With the trees in place, they kept habitat for other foods and seed trees to replenish the worn out soil with seeds and it seemed to me the remaining trees kept the soil from washing or blowing away thus they could farm longer.
I lived for a while on the Waianae Coast of Oahu, Hawaii. It always bothered me to watch fishermen with fine mesh throw nets taking all the little fish along the shore. Those are what fed the bigger fish which in turn fed even the bigger fish. On my coast, there was not much good fishing. Periodically, we caught things, but it was tougher. Yet, when you went to Hanauma Bay, an ocean preserve on the other side of the island, there were billions of fish–at any rate there were a lot! I wondered then what would happen if the coast was blocked off into mile long sections and every fourth or fifth mile was off limits for fishing for a mile out into the ocean for a year. I bet the fishing would be better in all the open fishing quadrants!
I do recall a day when God smiled on us. My Dad and my kids and I were on the Makaha beach almost at the end of the road. We noticed a commotion in the water which turned out to be whales and dolphin and tuna. They jumped and cavorted in our site for about 20 minutes! It was a huge gift!
So yesterday, I was reading about the trouble there is farming tuna. Some like yellow fin tuna, others like blue fin tuna. I like canned tuna and tuna fish sandwiches. Looks like the Aussies and the Japanese are getting it figured out, but, they still have a long way to go. Also, those horrible oil rigs in the gulf seem to grow a lot of gunk on their legs. The gunk in turn seems to support a lot of fish. Putting those ideas together, I thought it would interesting to go out into the sea in areas out of normal traffic and creat some huge no fishing zones. In those zones floating mile long rafts with ropes hanging down a hundred feet into the ocean could be installed to create habitat for the fish. The rafts would be anchored to the ocean floor by some sort of bungee cord system which would permit the normal ravages of tides and storms to pass by leaving the eco system in place. It seems to me some good protected areas would be great for the overall good of the environment, commercial fisheries and the sport.
The two biggest questions are of course: How do you fund construction and maintenance and how do you enforce the “no fishing within 1000 feet (or whatever is determined to be appropriate.) I imagine it would be necessary to be withing the legal limits of a country with the capability to protect the project and demand the big ocean going fisheries of any number of countries stay well away. Also, I imagine it could be done cooperatively with several universities and private ventures. Short term licenses could pay to fish within a certain zone. The thought is, the presence of a food chain of significance would creat a fish population over a much greater area than the several miles of the preserve.
I know this is a huge project, but then, I also think there should be a ten foot diameter pipeline from all the flooding points of the major rivers which moves excess flood water from flood zones to areas of chronic water shortages. We have interstates with huge right of ways. There are streams and rivers which could be filled to move the water inexpensively. You get the idea, a grand scheme which I have no potential to implement–in either case. Never-the-less, creative ways to enrich our world, environment and lives should be on all of our minds. Who knows which ones will catch fire?
Speaking of creative ideas, Duane Markley’s uncle worked on a prototype fishing pole back in the early 30’s which involved a spring in the pole. The design worked ok, but was not completely functional. A bit over ten years ago, Duane saw the original idea and put his mind to work on it. Low and behold, his uncle’s germ of an idea took root, grew and now, we have a whole class of exciting new emmrod fishing poles! That is the power of an idea. Take it and grow it!
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Tags: Barracuda, blue fin tuna, Emmrod, Emmrod fishing pole, Fishing fun, ocean fishing, Pacific Ocean Fishing, tuna, yellow fin tuna
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Friday, December 4th, 2009
Growing up in the Philippines, I was a mini-Tarzan. I spent a lot of my spare time in the jungle surrounding the missionary town where we lived. As a boarding student, I spent a lot of my time in solitary hunting and fishing endeavours. Nasuli was a couple hundred acre area where we had the headquarters for the southern branch of Wycliffe Bible Translators. The “town” was on the edge of the jungle with a river on one side and fields on the other with an airport at the top end where our Helio Courriers were kept. Over the years, the number of houses expanded to about 50 or 60. We lived in about three different sections of the town over the years as my parents were founding members going out in 1953. They were stationed there several times and out in the jungles others. I took most of my schooling up to 7th grade there be it living with my folks or in a boarding school we had.
I was fearless as a kid. I roamed an area up to about 15 miles in some directions and about five to ten miles in others. I had three particular passions. Growing a garden, collecting orchids and fishing! Fishing in Nasuli involved mostly trot line fishing. The budding Atherton Enterprises, grew stuff in the garden and sold the produce or went to the jungle and collected orchids which were then sold to the other missionary families for the centavos necessary to go to Bankod to buy hooks and line. Then, the fishing started.
On occassion, I would fish in the small lake for which Nasuli was named. This was a five or ten acre lake with three deep 20-30 foot springs. The water was crystal clear, cold and drew us kids like magnets. I was in and out of that pool many times a day. I was also fishing it. There were three kinds of fish, minnows, mud fish and eels.
The eels were about five feet long and about five inches thick. We rarely saw these and the only time I was invovled in catching one was with Uncle Seymore A. who shot it late one night with a spear. Pretty good meat!
I fished for the minnows pretty regularly. These were 2 to about 4 inches long and we ate them too. I never developed a taste for them, but, they were fun to catch. I used a pretty small hook and a single piece of cooked rice on the end. Our fancy poles consisted of a six or seven foot bamboo cane cut for that purpose with my “bolo.” My bolo was made from spring steel harvested from a derelict truck. Nice, heavy and pretty sharp. I could cut a large bamboo pole several inches thick in two or three whacks. Other bait for the minnows was bread spit balls. I hated fishing with Buzzy D because he always ate the bait. He would promise not to, then, all of a sudden, it would be gone. Man! You had to bake the bread back then, you could not just go get another loaf! What was baked never lasted long! I am still mad at you Buzzy. (not)
Mud fish was the other kind of fish in this lake. The Binokid or Visayan (I am not sure which language the name came from. The local language was Binokid, the trade language was Visayan.) term for this fish is pronounced ”Hollow on.” Thais call this fish Pla chon but it shows on the menus as Snake Head Fish. Looking through photos of fish from Thailand and the Philippines, I am pretty sure it is a variety of the snake head fish family. Anyway, it was alive and well in the waters at Nasuli. Occasionally, I caught them by throwing a line out with a minnow, worms or a live frog on it. Other times, I got impatient and snagged them. By far, the most common way I fished for these was on a trot line.
There was a lot of water in this area. A river flowed serenely by one side of our acreage. Actually, our lake flowed into it through a spillway and dam set up in the early days to establish a hydro electric system. I never did learn why that never worked. But, it made a great lake for us to play in so I am glad that was done. Off to one corner of the lake, there was a little slough which proved to be a fertile fishing place. I recall once bellying up to the water’s edge to observe one of these fish that was about 18 inches long and three or four inches thick. They are built like a baseball bat. It was taking care of its tiny little babies which swirled around it but were so small you could barely distinguish one individually. I am sorry to say, the thought of the fish frying overwhelmed any thought of the fish fry and I jumped in and caught that puppy by hand and took it home. Probably severely reduced the number of fish for me to catch over the next few years. We also had a pond which had a lot of mud fish and tilapia which had been stocked by Dr. Monteymeyor from the Muswan Agricultural College about twenty miles away. I loved that man. He was such a humble and nice guy who really took a lonely kid under his wings. In my 18th or 19th year, while living with my uncle in Alabama, I leared he had passed away. It was a sad day for me. Anyway, this pond had the snakehead fish, tilapia and a big two foot plus long fish I stalked for years. I hardly ever saw it and only came close to getting once. I had a bow and arrow with a three prong tip. I saw the fish as it headed for a cave in the side of the bank, I let fly and that arrow was out in the water wiggling all over the place. By the time I grabbed it, Mr. Fish was history. I never saw it again! I did catch a lot more snakeheadfish out of that pond. Again, sorry to say, I fished the tilapia out in a couple years.
My trot line poles consisted of a piece of bamboo about two feet, maybe three feet long. I would notch them about the middle of the stick and tie my line there. Finding a likely place, and I knew the likely places in the river, lake and pond, I would place my stake at a 45 degree angle into the bank almost up to the point where I had the line tied. I had split the top end of the bamboo down an inch or two. I would fold the line into that split so the bait would hang just at the surface of the water but the line could easily pull out to give the fish some play and time to get hooked. My favorite bait was live frogs. They would swim for hours (I still feel a pang of sorrow for the frogs’ pain 40 or so years later!) and their movement was an attractant for the fish. Before leaving, I would flick my fingers in the water making a fairly large glug glug glug sound. This seemed to draw fish–or I had been told it would. I can not say definately if it was that, the frog or luck, but, I caught fish pretty regularly!
So, not much else to say about fishing there. Most of my last three years in the Philippines were spent away at boarding school outside of Manila. I only got to visit the old fishing holes during summer or Christmas breaks. I still miss them but am afraid to go back. I am sure what seemed so huge and awe inspiring to me back then will look much smaller now and I choose to enjoy the memories of grandneur and hugeness.
I did learn as a kid a lesson about conservation from the tilapia issue. If we do not shepherd our resources, we loose them. So, don’t consider me a “go back to before people were here so the animals can live like they used to” kind of guy, but, I sure do want us to do things to not only preserve the fun we can have, but even make it better. Our hunting and fishing licenses really play a big part in accomplishing that end!
One final PS that will not fit in another story. We had lots of iguana’s in this area. Mostly, they were pretty small, but, there was one big fat one that used to hang out by the pond. I tried forever to get it with my sling shot. I was a pretty good shooter and could probably still make one by hand faster than todays kids can load a computer program. One day I was in our dining room (fancy word considering the house, one of the first two or three built in the early 50’s) where we were living. It had a large window overlooking the pond down below and maybe 75 or 80 feet away. Now, this house was built almost entirely from bamboo except for the trees that formed the poles upon which it was built and the cogone grass which made the roof. The floors were split bamboo, the walls were yet another kind of thin walled bamboo split then flattened out and woven together. The grass roof was tied to bamboo slats running latterly along the bamboo pole rafters of the house. The window was a large opening in the wall which you could cover with a large piece of framed woven bamboo in a rainy time. BUT looking out of the window one day, I noticed my target of many hunting trips lying on a large limb of some jungle tree which grew out over the pond almost at eye level of where I stood. I got my sling shot out and three tries later, WHAM, I hit old lizard right in the gizard. Down he went, but, the water revived him and he swam away. I bet he is still there saying where is old David. He better hurry up!
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Tags: Bukidnon, Emmrod fishing pole, Emmrod fishing systems, Fishing fun, fishing in the Philippines, Malaybalay, Mindanao, minnows, Nasuli, Philippines. Emmrod, sling shot, snake head fish, tilapia
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Thursday, December 3rd, 2009
At this point in my life, I am having a hard time recalling exactly when I took this trip. It would have been in 1962 or 1964. So, I was about 12 or about 14. My parents were missionaries in the Philippines. We lived in the second largest Island, Mindanao. Even then, the seeds of lawlessness which pervade that part of the country were there, never-the-less, it was somewhat of a fairyland in my mind. I loved it! One summer, I took a trip to Balut Island with Ken Marriott to visit the island where he worked as a translator. While the drive took almost 13 hours, it was only a bit over 100 miles. The highway was a wide gravel road where you drove in the middle except when passing. At one point, the road was out for some reason. We had to do a detour over a jungle mountain. There might have been some sort of dirt road, but, I clearly recall the bus going in the mud up to its hubs. The fact they got it out of the mud, going uphill, and got it over the mountain is a testament to the “Indomintable” spirit of the Philippinos.
We finally arrived in Cotabato City late in the evening and made arrangements to catch an outrigger canoe to go to Balut Island. I am not sure how far out that was, but, the total trip was estimated at five to six hours. We were leaving about 10 or 11 pm. The canoe was about 25 feet long, two and a half to three feet wide and about 2 feet deep. There was a bamboo cross piece about 1/3 of the way back and about 2/3 of the way back. At the ends of the bamboo and about 10 feet or a bit more out on each side there was an outrigger made from a couple pieces of bamboo. As most of the readers here are fishermen and women, I know you are seeing cane poles in your mind. There are lots of kinds of bamboo. Virtually 80 percent of several of the houses I lived in was made from about three or four kinds of bamboos. In this case, the bamboo was about 5 to 6 inches thick and probably 30 feet long before being trimmed down for the outriggers. About midway in the boat, there was a diesel inboard engine. Sorry motorheads, I have no more information on that subject beyond it turned a propellor somewhere that made the outrigger canoe go. The helmsman sat in the back and steered with a rudder.
Well, we finally pushed off the sandy beach and headed out onto the flat, moonlit sea. Soon, the combination of diesel fumes, the monotonous rocking of the boat and the steady hum of the engine lulled us all to sleep–likely including the helsman. BANG! With a shuddering crash, we came to a halt. As the moon had gone down and the sky was pitch black, a lantern was lit and we discovered we had ploughed through the outrigger of another canoe and our bow was nestled neatly on the side of their canoe. Needless to say, There were four very unhappy Philippino men blaming each other for the accident. Truth was, no one had lights on their boats and it was pitch black out. After about 15 minutes, they parties resolved their differences and pushed apart. Their outrigger was broken, ours had been knocked loose with the ratan lashingings broken. So, I climed out on the far outrigger and one of the Philippino’s climed out and retied the broken lashings. We continued on our way arriving at Balut Island as the sun was rising. The end to a perfect night!
Here are the PS’s!
#1. The guys in the boat we hit had the hugest red snapper like fish I had ever seen. Must have weighed 50 pounds or so.
#2. Looking at the map, we may actually have gone to General Santos vice Cotabato. In my mind, it was Cotabato City, but looking at the map, because Balut island is just off the point of Mindanao, that makes more sense to me.
#3. Otherwise, this is all a true story, not just a fish tale. For those, you need to get an Emmrod fishing system appropriate to your needs, head out into the wild, catch a few fish and send me an email with your fish stories!
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Tags: 8 coil fishing rod, Emmrod, Fishing fun, Mindanao, night fishing, ocean fishing, out rigger canoe, Pacific Ocean Fishing, red snapper
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Thursday, December 3rd, 2009
I’m not telling you to throw away your other fishing poles but, you just might!
How many kinds of hammers are there? Carpenter, Jeweler, at least 3 kinds of ball pien, rubber, Claw, club, sledge, joiner’s mallet, and so on. Is any one better than the other or more or less of a hammer than the other? No, each is a tool designed for its special functions. We can say the same for pliers, irons, golf clubs, cars, trucks and fishing poles. That leads us to Emmrod!
There are as many fishing poles as you can imagine, in fact there are about half a dozen different basic Emmrod fishing poles! With mixing and matching parts, you can create an even larger pool of choices! So, what makes Emmrod Special?
DURABILITY! This pole just does not break! The Rod part of the pole is Made in USA Stainless Steel. Other parts are made in around the world and assembled in Spokane Washington by a Family owned and operated business. Great care is given to make sure each pole meets the highest standards. The company has been in business building these poles almost a decade and has actively listened to their customers and made changes to continually improve the Emmrod Fishing System. We back up Emmrod with a great guarantee!
COMPACTABILITY! One of the biggest problems with fishing is the hassle of getting from your house to your boat or river bank to fish. With each additional person that problem increases. How many times have you broken your rod slamming it in the door, driving over it, or stepping on it? How many times has your wife had an additional ear piercing from your favorite hook on a pole squeezed between you as you drive? With Emmrod, you can literally put an entire family’s fishing gear in a small backpack! No hassle in dis-assembly or reassembly. Ladies, if your husband does not support you in your fishing hobby, keep in mind, the Packer easily fits in a midsized purse. You can tell him “Honey, I am off to the mall” and he will never know you went fishing!
PACKABILITY! We talk about less clutter and space. That is so important for the hunter, backpacker, Extreme Fisher, survivalist or airplane pilot or crew member who wants a surival pack or anyone who wants to be able to have a lot of capability but does not have room or weight allowances to permit taking a lot of equipment. The Packer breaks down to about 12 inches of space and just a few ounces of weight! Other models breakdown into different sizes but all are very compact.
ADAPTABILITY! How many times have you cursed the fact you have to drag three or four different poles to your favorite fishing area to accommodate the different types of fishing you are going to do? With Emmrod, you may still want to take some different poles, fly fishing pole, bait casting reel pole and spinning pole for example, but, they all fit into a much smaller bag and you can buy several different rod tips to vary your fishing pleasure.
CASTABILITY! The Packer is a 2 foot pole with the action of a 6 to ten foot rod. The spring assist in the stainless steel rod and the minimal number of eyes, usually just one, so reduces friction on the line that you can match or exceed the casting capability of much longer rods. You can cast over head or from the side and in places where there just is no room to handle a long pole.
SHOOTABILITY! What? We are not hunting! True! But, when we fish, often we find ourselves in a place where standard casting is just not going to work. Even underhand casting may be difficult. In these cases, you can grab the end of your pole, bend it back, aim and let her fly. This will work easily up to and sometimes farther than 50-60 feet! Obviously, how heavy the weight is and how much you practice are factors.
HOOKABILITY! I know, just like most of my “Bility” words, this is not a word either, but you understood it! In virtually any use, the spring in the rod helps set the hook, but, in trolling, ice fishing or any use where the pole is not held in your hand, we see this magnified. The fish bites and pulls the rod, the spring pulls back and Mr. Fin is on the line!
DECLUTTERABILITY! I mentioned this in the compatibility paragraph, but, just think how much happier the non-fishing spouse is going to be when all of the gear shrinks down to a drawer or bucket or two instead of taking up the entire garage ceiling or wall space. Be it the garage, the car or the boat, being able to pack a family’s worth of fishing gear in a small spaceis going to make everyone happier. No tripping, no breaking, no huge packinging or unpacking hassles. Less time getting ready, more time fishing!
FUNABILITY! Everything about the Emmrod is designed to give you more time fishing and better luck fishing. The less time in take down or set up or packing, the more time fishing. The more accurately you place your bait, the more you catch. The more durable your fishing system, the less you spend. Add it all together, more time fishing at less expensereally equals a lot more fun. After-all, fun is what fishing is all about!
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