Last week a blog was posted that disagreed with the weight of the Pike caught by the President of Russia, Vladimir Putin. The issue for me was not the quality of the fish, or the fact that the fish was an excellent catch, or who caught the fish, it was about the reported weight. It was stated the Pike weighed 21 Kg. Now as a retired health care worker, I know a little bit about converting pounds to kilograms and vice versa. So here it is, one kilogram is equal to 2.2 pounds. Taking 2.2 times 21 Kg. you get 46.2 pounds. This size of fish would be almost or over five feet long. How do I know? I have caught a fair amount of big pike in the last 50 years. Anyway, I am not into politics but hunting and fishing. Regardless of where a public figure is from, be it the earth or Mars, they should get it right. For your information Vladimir Putin was born in 1952.
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We also studied the area where they were fishing and noted to the right of the picture was standing weeds. It was assumed that the water was fairly shallow at this location from the weed line out to the boat and then it dropped off to deeper water. Northern Pike are sight feeders and they probably are hiding in the under water weeds waiting for something to come by. We felt that they were fishing close to the edge, as the first pictures of the fish is fairly shallow. This would be a fish hiding along the weed line laying in wait for a tasty morsel.
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A couple of decades ago, I used to fish a reservoir in central Kansas. The closest town was only about 250 people, but they had a bait shop. The shop was a big open air tent and the bait was lined up in buckets along a really big table. Prices were posted and he also sold some lures. It was always early in the morning, and no one was ever there to help you. You got what you wanted and deposited the money in a tin box, making change if you needed. This was amazing. One day, the crappie were pounding the bait, and I ran out. My partner stayed with the boat because he wanted to keep fishing, and I went to get bait. Lo and behold, there was the owner of the open air shop. Introductions were made, and I inquired if he was losing money. His response was "Fishermen are liars, they are not thieves."