Monday, March 17, 2014
With the warm weather and the break up of the ice, snag fishermen appeared to enjoy the day. Although I've known people who snag fish and have heard them talking, this was the first time I had ever seen people doing so. Judging from their actions, they throw a line with a heavy weight out into the river and with rapid jerks pull their hook in along the bottom hoping to snag some fish. The fishing was good because they had some huge fish laid out on chunks of ice along the river bank.
I watched the man in the gray shirt haul in a fish here that was probably eighteen or twenty-four inches long and it was the runt of the litter. He had to work pretty hard to pull the thing in sideways and almost pulled himself into the river at one point. He was able to dig his boot heels in once he fell into the mud and arrest his slide toward the river.
Father teaching his daughter the finer art of snag fishing. She pulled in several small pan fish while I was standing on the bridge taking photos.
Some of their haul. I'm guessing the largest one is three and a half or four feet long. I'm not a river fish expert so I don't know what kind of fish they are but I do know I probably wouldn't eat one. There are lots of factories and such all along the river from here until it peters out in northwest Iowa not to mention it being bordered by hundreds of thousands of acres of farm fields many of which the farmers don't practice safe chemical application when raising their crops. I much prefer to get my fish for eating from smaller farm ponds where I know the water quality is good.