Happy Spring from Arkansas – Are the Fish Biting?

Spring brings promise of a new beginning

pile of snow on a lilac leaf
April snow decorates our lilac bush

Spring surprised Arkansas with an April 20 snowfall and the springtime promise of a new beginning… April. Who knew it would snow!

After a year wearing masks and hunkering down to fight COVID19, we are ready to take on the world.

Spring is in full mode. Masks, down. Flowers, blooming. Pollen, out. Lakes and rivers flowing, streaming with fish, welcoming the eager fishermen.

Fishing is in full swing

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In my day, there was nothing like fishing with a cane pole and bobber.

Proof spring fishing is in full swing is the sight of fishermen marching out of nearby tackle shops toting rods and reels and an extravaganza of tackle stuffed in bags.

Bought some river shoes at Bass Pro, and noticed a line-up of customers at the end of the customer service counter. The sign above read, “Fishing Licenses.”

My fish story

My childhood fishing gear was basic:  a cane pole, bobbers, a fish stringer, and a can of worms. Oh, and I had a bullhead skinner and a fish knife.

jar of fish bobbers and lures
Buy your bobbers early spring if you want a good selection

Catching fish – perch, catfish, bullheads, and sunfish – was a cherished childhood adventure. To bring back those memories, I keep a jar of bobbers in my studio.

I fished from the banks in Wisconsin lakes. I simply  tied a line on my cane pole, slipped a favorite red-and-white bobber on the line, threaded a worm on my hook, and was ready to cast my line into the water, hoping a fish would notice my worm.

Stringing a wiggling worm onto my hook made me feel courageous. Then there was the added adventure the night before fishing when I would search my lawn before bedtime, flashlight in hand, to catch night-crawlers for my worm can.

The excitement when the bobber dips under the water’s surface to signal I have a fish on the line is sensational.

Fishing is a professional sport today and lucky fishermen go to great lengths to outsmart fish. They captain sleek boats outfitted in style and technology, and zoom to their favorite fishing holes. The more serious fishermen have a  Fish Finder onboard to bounce sonar off the bottom of the lake in pursuit of a catch.

Spring has sprung

Birds in nest and kite high in sky
Happy Spring

April flowers are blooming and birds singing.

Along with the flowers and the fishing is the lawn mowing, garden planting, and pollen explosion, there is hard labor. It is early spring and already our garden is fertilized, our lawn seeded and mowed, three times.

But with all the work ahead, the delights of spring are hard to surpass.

“Are the fish biting?” Is how you strike up a conversation in Arkansas.

Binge Watching Wicked Tuna and Art on My Laptop

I’ve asked myself, Why do I binge-watch Wicked Tuna?

What is it about Wicked Tuna that I find myself binge watching fishermen catching bluefin tuna in the Atlantic until their eyes dilate from lack of sleep? Is it the suspense waiting for a tuna to bite or holding my breath while the fishermen land the fish. It’s an epic tale until that tuna is landed and turned into a paycheck for Sushi and the Japanese marketplace.

Will that tuna make good Sushi? Does it have a clear core and does it have good fat in the majors and minors. I’m spellbound for an hour to see which boat catches the biggest and best fish each week. How much cash their fish brings determines which boat is ahead on the dollar scoreboard and wins the fishing season.

Wicked Tuna equals ocean waves, boats, and fish

Like a good movie, book, or adventure, the setting is key, and Wicked Tuna is set on the Atlantic, in fishing boats. No wonder I am mesmerized watching ocean waves and beautiful sunsets and sunny skies, all aboard a boat. What’s not to love?

Binge watching Wicked Tuna is Great for Working on my Laptop

Laptop art Edvard Munch's The Scream in pixels as transformative art in a frame
The Scream, my transformative take of the Munch masterpiece

Often, I am busy on my laptop designing digital art whenever I watch  Wicked Tuna on the National Geographic channel. If I end up with a completed sketch by the end of the program, I justify the bucket of time I dumped into watching TV.

Lately, I painted my version of The Scream, the iconic masterpiece by Edvard Munch. And I  designed a frame as I watched Wicked Tuna, which I painted with a Jelly Bean array of colors and not the classic Munch palette.

Surely the sunny waves and water inspired my bright colors as I painted.