- A net weighted at the edges which is cast out over bait to capture it in shallow water. The use of cast nets is prohibited in inland waters.
- A net that is thrown out and immediately drawn in again, as opposed to one that is set up and left
- means a net not exceeding eight feet in diameter without walls or sides that is thrown to take minnows, alewives, smelt and shad in the Great Lakes and connecting waters.
- A cast net, also called a throw net, is a net used for fishing. It is a circular net with small weights distributed around its edge.
- EasyWay is an international tea outlet that serves hot and cold beverages with assorted flavouring. It started out as a small store in Taiwan owned by Kuo Wun-Ho and Fu Hsin-Chin back in 1992, its success riding on the popularity of bubble tea in Taiwan.
- The following is a list of episodes for the Disney Channel Original Series, Even Stevens. The series ran from 2000 to 2003 with 65 episodes produced spanning 3 seasons.
- Bending of a rectangular pipe, tube or beam along its shortest dimension of length.
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Gone Fishing with Jeff Smith
by Jessica Kane
The weather is perfect. The lake is empty and calm. The sky, slightly overcast, but still blue. And I’m in good hands with Captain Jeff Smith, who’s been a licensed fishing guide for over 28 years.
It’s about 9 A.M. and we’re cruising along Lake George. My scarf is wrapped tightly around my neck and I’m holding onto my hat.
To tell you the truth, fishing has always been a mystery to me. The idea of spending the day in the middle of a lake with a can of worms trying to catch some slimy creature sounds more like a punishment than a vacation.
“Is it true that fishing is mostly a man’s sport,” I call out, over the engine.
“Nope,” he shouts back. “I take out lots of women. I remember one,” he says. “She was just whining and complaining – ‘I don’t see any fish, I don’t see what anyone sees in this,’ and as soon as she got a bite and started catching ‘em, her spirits lifted, and when it was time to go in, she wouldn’t get off the boat.”
“What a chump,” I think to myself.
Jeff slows the boat down to trolling speed and sets up two downriggers and four lines on the back of his boat. He moves fast. Gracefully.
“Why don’t you let out some of this line,” he says, handing me a lead-line fishing pole.
“Whatever you feel is lucky.”
Jeff’s been a fishing guide since 1980. When he was three, his parents bought the Lake George Camping Marina in Bolton Landing. As a kid he’d spend his days with an old-time fishing guide, learning the trade. Then he started making his own lures, and fishing the lake on his own. He was around 20 when he got his first charter boat, a 1940 Chris-Craft Cabin Cruiser. Now at 46, several boats later, he’s got a 26’ Sea Sport fishing boat.
Jeff charters his boat on Lake George from the day the ice melts in April to November, and on his time off from chartering, Jeff goes fishing.
Recently, he won $25,000 in the Lake Champlain International fishing derby.
“How big was the fish,” I ask.
“It was a lucky trout – nine-pounds, .89 ounces,” matching the radio station WOKO 9.89 who sponsored the contest.
I’m about to ask if he ate it or not when Jeff’s eyes widen with excitement.
“A fish,” he cries out. “That’s a fish!”
We both run to the downrigger. He’s waiting for me to do something but I don’t know what.
“Reel it in,” he shouts.
I start reeling as fast as I can.
“Go slow,” he says. “And if it starts to bend, give it a pull!”
“I got it, I got it!” (I can’t believe what I’m hearing myself say.)
Finally, emerging from the silvery water, I see a fish!
“It’s a little lake trout,” Jeff says. “The littlest one of the year, I think.”
I’m laughing too hard to speak.
Jeff grabs it from the net, burps it, (“They get air in their stomach on the way up,” he explains.) And measures it. “About 15 inches,” Jeff says. “That means he was born here, which is nice.”
Jeff throws him back in head first. Splash. And he’s off.
That was pretty exciting, I have to admit. Despite the poor fish who was probably just trying to get some breakfast and instead wound up being temporarily abducted.
Jeff says he generally releases his fish, especially when he’s fishing in Lake George. He feels like the fish here are family. He even helps stock the salmon - going out in the middle of the lake and dropping them from big garbage cans.
“If my mom wants one I’ll bring it home,” he says. “But if the people don’t want ‘em, I let ‘em go.”
In a little while, we drive over to Tongue Mountain Point, one of Jeff’s favorite spots to fish for bass. The boat gently rocks in the serene water, surrounded by the magnificence of lush green pine, like a blanket over the mountains.
“Years ago,” he says, baiting up a rod. “All the Indians used to be here. If you hike around you can still find arrowheads.”
I watch as Jeff makes a clinch knot. “Simple,” he says. “And it’ll never come untied.”
Having a light line with no swivel is one of Jeff’s tricks-of-the-trade. “Keeps it more natural,” he says. “So you can feel what you’re catching.”
“Look how that wobbles,” he says.
I nod, having no idea what I’m looking at. However, what I can see is on the fish finder, there’s a big fish under the boat.
Jeff casts his line, which sails gracefully through the air and into the lake.
“You make it look so easy,” I say.
“Practice,” he says modestly.
Now it’s my turn.
I follow Jeff’s instructions - open the bale, hook the line on my finger, and just as I’m swinging it behind my shoulder to get a nice lob, I hear a yelp, and behind me, poor Jeff is hunched over, covering his eyes.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Oh my god! Did I get you? I’m so sorry!”
“No,” he says. “I just duck a lot. You get used to it.”
Water sloshes against the boat. Overhead, a gaggle of geese fly by. Fluffy clouds wisp with the wind. Both our poles are in the water now and we’re relaxing.
Shooting the breeze, as they say.
It’s nice to have small talk and also be on the verge of accomplishing something.
Ready to Throw
Gregor Edmunds is ready to throw at Cupar Highland Games 2001