#Bucktails

[revoltedstates]

Unidentified Pennsylvania Bucktails. Source: USAHEC.

[thechurchofsplatterdaysaints]

great american roadside

[nine-one-wanton]

🎶BuckTails (Woo-oo!)🎶

“How come he gets scratches behind his ears?” Buck asked, side-eyeing Tommy’s cat. “Did he just come off a stressful 24-hour shift?”

Tommy snorted. “Oh, I’m sorry, Evan.. Do you want scratches behind your ears, too?”

“M-m-maybe I do..”

[stearleart]

Brome's pirate disguise

Digital illustration Brome in his his pirate persona, Bucktail! This is an interoperation of a scene from Brian Jacque's classic, Martin the Warrior. I've adopted a spanking new style when it comes to the shading.

[unteriors]

Bucktail Road, Jamestown, Pennsylvania.

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Instinct (John McTavish / Reader)

CW: farmhand!Soap breeding kink, birth control, alcohol use, explicit consent, creampie, vaginal sex, breeding mount

“What is a breeding mount?”

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

WC: 3.2k

The first thing I noticed about him was his smile and the way his voice echoed through the mudroom. He spoke with such an air of confidence. His carefree attitude could draw you in like a bucktail.

I silently watched the man talk to my father, gripping the railing of the stairs. Under my breath, I muttered a soft prayer, hoping to god the creaky wooden planks beneath my feet wouldn’t give me away.

He wore a flannel button down and a pair of boot cut jeans. The hem was tattered, worn in from years of use. His sleeves were rolled up over his toned forearms. Dirt settled underneath his short nails.

“You’ll start on Monday,” my father said, patting the man on the shoulder. “How’s about I show you the barn?”

The rusted hinges of the front door squealed. The soft thudding of thick heeled boots slowly diminished. I was left by myself in the empty foyer. The mahogany floor creaked beneath my ankles as I stood, rushing to the calendar in my room. Monday was only three days away, and yet it seemed like an eternity.

-

I wiped the sweat from my brow, streaking dirt across my sticky skin. With a soft rap against the wood, I set the broom down. I sighed, chest heaving. A dull ache settled into my muscles. Furrowing my brows, I jutted my hips forward, arching my back in search of relief. Not even a single crack. Defeated, I slumped forward, bracing my elbows on the gate.

“Aye, dinnae think anyone was in here, sorry,” a gruff voice spoke up. I lifted my head from the faded red paint. My eyes locked with deep pools of blue, untamed facial hair, and a confident smile.

He donned a pair of overalls. One strap was undone, hanging loosely off his bare chest. My gaze flicked to the cobweb-clad corners of the barn, hoping he didn’t catch my lingering gaze on his muscles.

“Was gonnae take a smoke break. Hope you don’t mind,” his dirt stained fingers dipped into his pocket, pulling out a carton.

“Won’t mind if you give me one of ‘em,” I said, nodding to the pack. Shaking his head with a smile, he held the pack out to me.

“Deal.” He brought a cigarette to his chapped lips. With his palm, he sheltered his lighter as he ignited a spark. I watched as he held the flickering flame to the end of his cigarette. Small orange embers ignited. He held the flame out, watching as I leaned in close. I felt my face ignite with heat as he held the light up to my cigarette. His tongue stuck out from his lips as he steadied the light, eyes flicking across my flush face.

“You work here long?” He asked, letting the flame extinguish. I pulled away, taking a drag from the cigarette. My eyelids fluttered closed as a wave of giddiness washed over me. My skin buzzed as the nicotine coursed through my veins.

“Ages,” I replied simply. “Nothing like hard labor to distort your view of time.”

“Least I’ll keep these bad boys around,” he grinned, flexing his arms. I glanced away, pursing my lips to quell the rising laughter in my throat. I took another drag of my cigarette, my lips curling into a smile.

Thin white streaks of scar tissue adorned his face. Faint traces of hyperpigmentation blossomed across his lips, no doubt from his smoking. With a soft thud, he dropped his weight onto a bale of hay. His gloved hand patted the space beside him. I hid my ever-growing smile behind my hand as I took another drag. I took a seat beside him, crossing one leg over another.

“You live close then?” He glared at me from the corner of his cerulean eyes.

“Bout five hundred feet that way,” I pointed toward the old farmhouse uphill. His eyes widened, thick brows raising. He quickly rose to his feet, stepping away from the hay bale. He held his hands up, shaking his head.

“I dinnae realize he had a kid. I shouldn’t-“

“I’m not going to tell on you,” I chuckled, tendrils of smoke pouring from my mouth. “Sit,” I nodded toward the bale.

With a huff of air, his shoulders dropped. He stepped forward, bringing the cigarette to his lips. As he inhaled, he sat back down. I watched as he let the smoke pour from his parted lips.

“Y’ scared me. I really need this job.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. The strap of his overalls fell down his shoulder. I grasped the denim between my fingers, tugging it back into place. His gaze followed my fingers before flicking back to my face.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“John.”

“Take me out to the pub this weekend and I’ll put in a good word for you, ‘kay?”

-

Headlights illuminated the gravel driveway. I tugged my leather jacket over my shoulder. The porch creaked beneath my feet as I stood. I watched as he stepped out of the car. A glimpse of his canines glinted in the dim lighting as he smirked.

“Y’ clean up nice, don’t ye?” He slid his hands into his jeans pockets. I felt a rush of heat flood my face as I watched his blue eyes rake up and down my body. Sure, maybe a pair of shorts this short was a bold choice, but it’d been a while since I’d had a night off of choreing.

“and you don’t smell like manure,” I stepped closer. He smelled of sandalwood and musk. Like a bottle of cologne that’d make you double check your bank account. He reached out, fingertips grazing my sleeve. I pulled away, flashing him a smirk over my shoulder. His head turned, following as I tucked myself into the passenger seat.

“Hurry up, John. I’m thirsty.”

-

“So this cop is shouting after me, flashlight shining everywhere, and my coveralls get snagged on this fuckin’ barbed wire!”

His laugh was melodic, deep and bellowing. And that sweet smile of his, the way his dimples peeked out from his freckled cheeks, had my gaze locked on him.

“So I fall, break the jars of moonshine, and snap my tibia. Cop kept laughing at me the whole damn night in the ER.”

“What was the damage?” he asked, bringing his glass to his plush lips.

“Guy didn’t even bother pressing charges. I think the whole squad just felt bad. I got away with a fine.”

One drink turned into another. My skin felt warm as the booze flowed through my veins. I tucked myself under his arm, glancing at the sea of bodies on the dance floor. A twangy steel guitar sounded over the speakers. The only lyrics I could make out over the static of the vintage sound system was “beer…..truck….good night.”

Whether it was the booze or the way his breath fanned over my bare collar bones, our conversation grew heated. Our voices drew quieter, hoping we wouldn’t catch a scowl from another patron. My eyes flicked to his lips as he took another swig of his drink.

“And she tried getting off me, but her knee when straight into my nuts.” His skin flushed as he recounted the events. “I’m doubled over and I’ve got this naked chick in m’bed ye’ know?”

“But did you finish?” I asked, biting at the inside of my lip. His fingers skated up and down my bare arm.

“Course I finished. What kindae lad d’ye take me for?” He leaned in, narrowing his eyes at me. My tongue darted out, swiping across my dry lips. I glanced down at my lap, pressing my thighs tightly together.

“Come on then. Your turn. Cough something up.” He gripped my shoulder, tugging me closer into his chest.

“I don’t- I don’t know if I have anything.” My eyes squeezed shut as I felt his breath waft over my skin. My knee bobbed as I swallowed back my thoughts, swallowed back my arousal. He laughed that sweet laugh of his and leaned in close. I could feel his stubble lightly grazing against my cheek.

“I know for a fact you’ve got somethin’ in that head with the way you’re bouncing outte yer seat.” He spoke lowly with a honey coated voice. “I don’t scare easy.”

“I scared a guy off once-“ I sputtered, the whiskey getting the better of me.

His blue eyes widened in intrigue. One of his thick eyebrows quirked. His expression of shock soon turned more devious. Those canines of him appeared as a smirk crept across his flushed face.

“Do tell,” he urged, blue eyes flicking to my lips.

“You’ll think i’m crazy-“

“Try me.” His fingers were now running down my side, settling at my hip. I glanced down at his hand, knuckles adorned in silver. Drawing a deep breath through my nose, I turned to face the Scot. Pursing my lips, I stammered.

“I asked him to fuck me on the breeding mount-“

His grip on my hip tightened. His plush lips parted, a low moan escaping from them. He leaned in, abruptly pressing his lips to mine. His tongue slipped from the confines of his lips, sliding across my bottom lip. I parted my mouth for him, moaning at the intrusion. My hand glided over his knee, resting atop his thigh.

His fingers dug into my ass, kneading my flesh in his palms. Hesitantly, I skated my hand up his inner thigh, only to be met with the faint outline of his hardened cock. I felt him twitch under the weight of my hand.

“Johnny,” I mumbled against his lips. He pulled away, half-lidded eyes flicking across my face. “Want you to breed me.”

“Fuck, I promise I will-“ he drew silent, lips parting in a meager attempt at speech. I gripped him through the denim. His hips bucked into my palm. “You’re drunk- we can’t tonight.”

“Johnny!” I whined, throwing my arms around the back of his neck. “Want you now.”

“Gonnae take y’ home and put you to bed.” He rose to his feet, fingers gripping my wrist tight. He tugged me out of the booth, slinging one arm around my hip in a poor attempt to steady me. My boots thudded against the mahogany floor as I stumbled into his broad chest.

“Promise I’ll fill y’up nice and pretty when you’re sober.”

-

Rays of yellow sunlight scattered across the room, filtering through the blinds. As my eyelids fluttered open, a wave of nausea washed over me. I rolled onto my side, craning my head over the bed. Beside the nightstand was a trash can lined with a fresh plastic bag. Sweat ran down my heaving chest as bile spilled from my throat.

“You’re such a sweet young man, John. I knew it was a good idea to hire you,” my mother spoke in a lilted tone. I stepped onto the cold linoleum, lifting an arm to shield my bloodshot eyes from the bright light.

“There they are,” my father said, setting his newspaper down on the table. Johnny, dressed in his clothes from the night before, sat at the table. A bowl of cornflakes sat before him. He glanced up at me, his blue eyes even brighter in the light.

Suddenly, another wave washed over my body. Sweat oozed from my pores. I clasped my hand over my mouth and darted toward the bathroom at the end of the hall.

-

The familiar smell of tobacco drew me toward the barn. The sun was setting on the horizon. Moths fluttered around the flickering lamp hung above the double doors. I tucked my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie. The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I stepped into the barn. Dim yellow lighting illuminated the tetanus-riddled machinery.

“How much of last night do you remember?”

Sitting on top of a pallet of fertilizer was John. A lit cigarette perched between his fingers. He exhaled, expelling thin tendrils of smoke from his parted lips.

“Enough to be embarrassed.” I admitted, shifting my weight onto one foot. He patted the open space beside him. Furrowing my brows, I stepped forward. He reached out, thick fingers wrapping around my wrist. With a soft grunt, he pulled me onto the pallet.

“I’m sorry about all of that,” I sighed, pursing my lips into a thin line.

“Did you mean it?” He grasped the string of my hood, twirling the aglet between his fingertips. I stayed silent, my eyes locked with his. “Wanting to be bred.”

My throat burned as saliva trickled down my trachea. I pulled away, coughing into my sleeve. Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill over. One of his arms encircled my torso, gently tugging me closer to his chest

“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to startle.” He cooed, cupping my face with his hand. Heat rushed to my cheeks. My breath hitched as his blue eyes fixated on my lips.

“John-“

“I liked it when y’called me Johnny.” His teeth caught his bottom lip. Condensation gathered on my skin as his warm breath fanned over my face.

“Johnny, don’t do this if you don’t mean it-“ His thumb brushed my lip.

“Mean it? I fucked my fist in your bathroom last night thinking about bending you over that goddamn mount.” His hand slid down the front of my hoodie, settling on the top of my thigh. He kneaded my flesh between his fingers. “Wasted a perfectly good load that could’ve gone in your cunt.”

A dull throbbing sparked in my core. Any thoughts, any hesitation melted into need. A desperate whine fell from my lips. Leaning in, my lips met his in a fevered mess. He pulled me into his lap, hands gripping my ass. I rocked my hips against his. A deep groan rose from his chest as I grinded my cunt against his stiffening cock.

I could feel him throbbing through his jeans. Feel him twitch whenever a noise fell past my lips. His hands guided my hips. My eyelids fluttered closed, clit throbbing with every rut of my hips.

“Want me to fill you up?” He asked, grinding against me. I nodded, incoherent whimpers being my only response.

“Breed you to the hilt- fuck!” He groaned, throwing his head back against the fertilizer.

“Johnny, I need you now,” I whined. My bottom lip began to tremble.

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” he cooed, hooking his arms behind my knees. With a soft grunt, he rose to his feet. I looped my arms behind his neck and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.

The weathered wooden floors creaked beneath our weight as he slowly stalked toward the corner of the barn. Cobwebs adorned the corners, glistening in the dim lighting.

“On your feet,” he said with a tap on my ass. He leaned down, easing me onto my shaky legs. His fingers curled into my belt loops, tugging me close. “Please tell me you’re on the pill or something…I don’t want a kid,” he whispered, brows knitting.

“I’ve got the implant. Now shut up and breed me.”

He spun me in his arms. By the time I regained my sense of proprioception, I was being pushed forward toward the mount. It smelled strongly of pheromones and J-lube. My nose crinkled at the potent odor. I propped myself up on my elbows, glancing over my shoulder at the man behind me. He pushed his palm between my shoulder blades, forcing my face into the mount.

He roughly shoved my jeans down my hips. The cold air hit my heated cunt. Two fingers swiped up my core, sliding through my arousal. I pressed my face into the vinyl, muffling the swell of noises that threatened to spill from my chest.

“Ooh, ye want it bad, huh?” He moaned, bringing the sodden digits to his lips. With a soft pop, he withdrew his fingers.

I lifted my head when I heard the faint sound of his zipper. He pushed my face back into the mount, clicking his tongue.

“Might have to tie you down next time.” He grunted. My hips twitched when the head of his cock nudged against my aching clit. He chuckled lowly and began slowly rutting his cock against my core. Every time his cock head caught my clit, I whined. Tears brimmed my eyes. My nails dug into the vinyl, cracking the material.

He pushed forwards, inching his cock inside of me. My cunt fluttered around his length, sucking him in. He groaned, hips jutting forward. His hips shallowly thrusted into me, stretching me out. My eyes fluttered closed, brows knitting as a dull ache sparked in my stomach.

“That’s it, open up,” he groaned. “Poor cunt’s beggin’ for it.”

“Fuck me- fuck me!” I cried out as the pain soon melded into pleasure. The mount creaked, rocking against the decrepit floor with every thrust of his hips.

My body dragged against the sticky vinyl. Drool pooled in the corner of my mouth. A stream of unfiltered pleas and curses fell from my tongue. My thighs quivered, calves burning as my body strained to stay on its toes.

“Johnny, I need your cum,” I whined. He groaned, hips jutting forward with a particularly harsh thrust.

Every drag of his cock against my insides scrambled my already disheveled thoughts. His cockhead nuzzled against my cervix, stretching me to fit his length.

“Ill fill you up so good you’ll be leaking all night.” His palm landed harshly on my ass. I choked out a sob, tears streaming down my blotchy cheeks.

His pace grew faster. The slapping of his thighs against my ass echoed through the dusty barn. My cunt gushed around his cock, squelching with every thrust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ he sputtered, landing another smack on my ass. I clenched around his cock, pulling him into his orgasm. A flame ignited in my core when I felt warmth spread through my insides. He flooded me with his cum. Viscous globs ran down my thighs.

And yet he didn’t stop his assault on my cunt. If anything, the mess between my legs invigorated him. He spread my cheeks, blue eyes fixated on the ring of frothy cum and arousal around the base of his cock.

“Gotta make sure it takes,” he groaned. The flames in my stomach spread, tugging my limbs taught. My muscles tensed, cunt clenching around his length. My eyes went unfocused, vision melding into nothing but white.

My voice was strained, incoherent, and drenched in desperation. I choked out a mess of pleas, praises, babbles. Drool dripped from the corner of my mouth. Static washed over my limbs as my nerve endings fired.

“Oh fuck- milking my cock-“ his spoke between heavy breaths. The pace he’d set began to falter, growing erratic as he reached his climax. His hips stuttered, cock twitching as he filled me once more.

His sticky chest heaved as he gasped for air. He groaned as he pulled out. His spent cock hung limply by his thigh.

“So good for me,” he cooed as he tugged my underwear back into place. My brows furrowed at the feeling of his spend soaking into the fabric. He gave a soft pat to my sore cunt before pulling my jeans over my hips.

“Satisfied?”

Masterlist

[100gayicons]

A new documentary presents the case that Abraham Lincoln had intimate relationships with men throughout his life - “Lover of Men: The Untold History of Abraham Lincoln”. It’s directed by Shaun Peterson (release date September 6, 2024). That’s sure to trigger outrage from conservatives and Republicans.

The film will be in limited released and probably not be available to everyone. The Vanity Fair article at the link below provides a summary of the case for Presidential Homosexuality. The three most likely lovers were:

William Greene:

In 1830, when Lincoln was 22, he moved to New Salem, Illinois (then considered a frontier town). He opened a general store and hired Billy Greene (then 19). They also shared a bed. In a letter Greene describe the situation:

“… slept on the same cott & when one turned over the other had to do likewise”

Greene later said of Lincoln:

"His thighs were as perfect as a human being could be."

Joshua Speed:

In 1837, Lincoln met Joshua Speed in Springfield, Illinois where Speed owned a general store. Per Wikipedia: “Lincoln sublet Joshua's apartment above Speed's store, becoming his roommate, sharing a bed with him for four years, and becoming his lifelong best friend.”

Four years later Speed announced he was selling the store and moving back to Kentucky.

Lincoln became upset and soon became severely depressed. He would refer that date day as “the fatal first of January”. He wrote in a letter:

“I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth.”

The depression didn’t lift until Lincoln was able to visit Speed in Kentucky.

In Carl Sandburg’s 1926 biography of Lincoln, he described Lincoln’s friendship with Joshua Speed:

“streak of lavender, and spots soft as May violets.”

David Derickson:

A third possible lover was Captain David Derickson. He served under Lincoln as a bodyguard and companion between September 1862 and April 1863. More than one sourced described the two men sharing a bed as:

“(Derickson) advanced so far in the president's confidence and esteem that in Mrs. Lincoln's absence he frequently spent the night at his cottage, sleeping in the same bed with him, and -- it is said -- making use of his Excellency's night shirt!"

And a friend of the Lincolns wrote in her diary:

“… there is a Bucktail soldier here devoted to the President, drives with him, and when Mrs. L. is not home, sleeps with him.’ What stuff!”

BTW, Lincoln's own stepmother, Sarah Bush Lincoln, once wrote:

“(He) never took much interest in the girls".

Of course this is all circumstantial. For historical figures before, it would be very unusual to find a smoking gun, especially considering it was common practice to destroy or burn any increminating letter that might besmirch someone memory after death. And the distinctions between gay or bisexual weren’t made before the modern era.

[1863designs]

- With Gettysburg’s 160th and the 1993 movie’s 30th Anniversary coming up this year, I’d like to take a second and ask you what lines from the movie you’d like to see done! Buford’s “Lovely” and Hood’s “I do this under Protest” are already in the works. I’ll also add if there are any brigades or units that fought at Gettysburg that you’d like to see done let us know! Hood’s Texas Brigade, the Stonewall Brigade, the Bucktails, and the Reserves are all on being worked on now! Comment your requests below and/or in the request box in our story!!! #civilwar #americancivilwar #civilwarart #gettysburg160th #30thanniversary #civilwar160 #gettysburg (at Gettysburg National Military Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CosUeRyuALk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[justfishing436]

White Bucktail Crappie Jig

[ainews]

A rare 1798 nankeen jackal on display in Monterey Park, California has seemingly endless historical significance for the area. The jackal, believed to have been crafted more than 200 years ago by an unknown artisan, was found near the banks of the Los Angeles River and is now on permanent display at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.

The jackal carries great significance for the area, since it is believed to be a tribute to the Battle of Monterey Park – one of the most significant events in California’s history. Led by Father Gabriel Moraga de los Conojos, a Spanish military leader, his forces successfully defended the area against a Mexican attack and defended California when it was a part of the Spanish Empire.

In 1798, when the attack occurred, nankeen was a popular fabric in California. It is believed the jackal was crafted from this fabric and had a bucktail around its neck, a symbol of strength and fortitude during the battle. It also significantly speaks to the long-term impact of Spanish and Mexican colonial influences in the area. The jackal also carries spiritual significance, symbolizing faith and protection against adversity for the area’s Spanish and Mexican settlers and their descendents.

The jackal on display has an interesting backstory, but its significance in California and Monterey Park is more than just a piece of artwork or a collector’s item. It is a reminder of the rich cultural heritage in the area, and serves as a bridge to the past, giving visitors a glimpse into a pivotal moment in the history of the region.

[techlogicsoftwares]

10 Lures for the Cape Cod Canal

Because of its distinct environment and wide variety of fish species, fishing at the Cape Cod Canal is a thrilling experience that draws fishermen from all around. Having the appropriate lures can make all the difference when fishing for saltwater species, such as bluefish or striped bass. These ten lures for the Cape Cod Canal are recommended for every angler to have in their tackle box.

1. Lures with Spoons

A traditional option for the Cape Cod Canal is a spoon lure, especially in the spring and fall when fish are actively feeding. Predatory species find them irresistible because of their unpredictable movement, which mimics that of baitfish.

2. Swimsuits

In the canal, swimbaits work well and are quite adaptable. Because they are available in a range of sizes and colors, anglers can efficiently target different species and match the hatch. To get more bites, look for swimbaits that have a genuine swimming motion.

3. Poppers in the Topwater

Topwater poppers are essential for an exciting surface strike. These lures attract fish from underneath by causing a stir on the water's surface. The best times to utilize topwater poppers in the canal are in the early morning and late at night.

4. Jigs

In saltwater fishing, particularly in the ten lures for the Cape Cod Canal, jigs are an essential tool. To boost their efficacy, they can be tipped with different soft plastics or bait. To determine the ideal depth for the day, try out various weights.

5. Jigs for Bucktails

Experienced fisherman are especially fond of bucktail jigs. They are a great option for capturing giant striped bass in the canal because of their innate ability to move in the water like live bait.

6. Jigs that vibrate

Fish are drawn to vibrating jigs because they mix the action of a jig with a special vibration. These lures are adaptable to various fishing situations in the canal because they work well in both shallow and deeper areas.

7. Comfy Polymers

Soft plastics are versatile for a range of fishing situations since they may be rigged in a variety of ways. For more success, select colors that closely resemble local baitfish.

8. Rigs with Sandy Bottoms

Sand bottom rigs with sinkers and hooks are necessary for bottom fishing. With the help of these rigs, you can offer your bait in an efficient manner and make sure the fish see it where they feed.

9. Traps for Rattle

Noise-producing lures known as rattle traps have the potential to provoke violent attacks. When fish are pursuing food in the canal, the sound and vibration they create are especially potent.

10. Walkers on the Surface

Fish are drawn to strike when surface walkers produce a zigzag pattern on the water's surface. They catch predator fish that eat close to the top thanks to their special action.

In summary

Using the proper lures will greatly increase your chances of success when fishing the ten lures for the Cape Cod Canal. If you include these ten Cape Cod Canal lures in your fishing routine, you'll have a successful day on the water. Have fun fishing!

[nine-one-wanton]

Hi!! For the title game - BuckTails (Woo-oo!) - I am intrigued 😊 ❤️

Tommy looked up at Evan with one cocked eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“I’m just as adorable as your cat. Right?”

“Evan, you’re plenty cute. But I don’t normally put you in the same category as-”

Tommy saw Evan kind of.. deflate a little.

“C’mere, Evan,” Tommy said.

Evan smiled.. a bit.

Tommy rolled his eyes, not believing what he was about to do, but went ahead with it. “Pspsps.. c’mere, Evan.”

Evan slinked over to his side of the couch.

Tommy tentatively reached behind one of Evan’s ears and scratched lightly.

[seoservices8192]

Big Mohawk Fishing Report

The Big Mohawk fishing report reflects an exceptional day on the water, where conditions were ideal for targeting fluke and sea bass. The day was highly productive, with many anglers reaching their daily catch limits. The experienced and friendly crew played a crucial role in enhancing the fishing experience, offering expert advice and hands-on assistance throughout the trip. Their dedication ensured that even novice anglers could enjoy a successful outing.

Effective baits, such as bucktails and Gulp!, proved to be the top choices, enticing a wide variety of fish. The captain's deep knowledge of the best fishing spots was evident as he guided the boat to areas teeming with fish, providing everyone onboard with ample opportunities to reel in significant catches. The weather was perfect, featuring calm seas and clear skies, which added to the enjoyment and overall success of the trip.

The Big Mohawk fishing report is renowned for its well-maintained and fully-equipped vessel. The boat’s cleanliness, comfort, and modern amenities contributed to a pleasant and hassle-free fishing adventure. Anglers praised the spacious deck, which allowed for easy maneuvering and casting, ensuring a comfortable experience for all.

From start to finish, the trip was a resounding success, filled with memorable moments and impressive hauls. The combination of ideal fishing conditions, a knowledgeable crew, and a top-notch vessel solidified the Big Mohawk’s reputation as a premier choice for fishing enthusiasts. Whether you are a seasoned angler or a beginner, the Big Mohawk offers an unforgettable and fruitful fishing experience.

[wistaris-wares]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Red & White Bucktail Dressed Treble Teaser Hook (L: 3", H: 1", W: 2cm).