“If it’s big enough to take my bait, it’s big enough to hit my plate.” (Deion Sanders)
Last week my wife Hanna took her first fishing trip without me, meeting up with her lady angler friends from Tennessee and Wisconsin at Kentucky Lake. It’s a renowned tournament venue, mostly for its summer offshore ledge fishing, but they were there during the “yellow flower” bite and it promised to be a shallow water slugfest.
Until I was forced to do so, I never really considered the issue of women in fishing. I guess I bought into the whole “the fish don’t know who is on the other end of the line” mumbo jumbo. Then my wife Hanna was tasked with setting up an all-female trip to fish for bass in Mexico. At first glance, that didn’t seem problematic. She’s been down there nine or ten times, and it’s where she really fell in love with bass fishing. Our friend Amber goes quite often, too, with the same feelings.