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[betweenapitchandacast]

Use These Bait Colors to Catch Late Fall Crappies

Let's face it, fishing for crappies in the late fall can be a tricky ordeal, even for the most seasoned of anglers. Yet, with these tips, no matter, if you're a novice or not, will get you a bucket full of crappie on a late full day! #fishing #fishlove

Late fall can be a challenging time for fishing enthusiasts. The weed patches that they usually rely on no longer exist, waterways are icing up, and the fish seem to be nowhere in sight! During this transitional period before the official ice fishing season, there are still opportunities to catch crappies. The fish are still around and eagerly awaiting an easy meal, kind of like takeout on a…

[bizzbaits01]

Pro Anglers Spill the Beans The Best Bait for Bass Fishing - Bizz Baits

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[boxcutterbaits]

Tied on a 3/8 oz saltwater jig head. Designed to be cast and retrieved. Tied like a Lefty's Deciever fly. I made this for my own use. Took it out a couple weeks ago the day a big cold front was moving in. Only had a strike or two but the large pod of porpoises in the area might have had something to do with that. I have lots of other spots in mind to work this bait. I hope to post some catch pics in the coming months. I like the way it looks in the water. I will probably tie a few more in different weights and colors.

[zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta]

day #3... actually it turns out I couldn't count in my previous entries and it's already day #4! I blame P3R for holding me captive all week

we're at the halfway point, make sure you have a handful of Goblin Jigs stocked up! (the Hinterlands fish have a collective addiction to shiny lures and you don't want to be caught out when they come for your only one.....)

Broke: "Happy Valentines Day!" Woke: Bobgoblin Bass is a big fish native to the Middle Thaliak River that is characterised by its often unusually long periods of unavailability and its next known window of uptime will fall on Valentines Day in certain timezones, making this the one and only time you can technically say "I'll Bobgoblin YOUR Bass this Valentiones!" to your loved one this very special time of year--

[ask-shadow-and-lulu-34]

When I was a filly, I would steal my classmate’s cookie every day from their lunchbox

I’ve never told anyone this and my classmate still doesn’t know.

When I was a filly, I saw one of my friends eating a massive white chocolate, macadamia nut cookie for lunchtime. I wasn’t given a packed lunch, I had free school meals and a free fruit, so I would get pretty hungry during the day.

Anyway, when everyone had taken their 1st break, I stayed behind in the bathroom, I went to her packed lunch box and stole her cookie.

It was beautiful; it was slow-baked and fresh and had the sweetest taste and tore apart like a crumble in my mouth. To this day it is the best cookie I ever had.

Anyway, after I had finished, I threw the rubbish away and returned her lunchbox. Coming up to lunchtime I kept a keen eye on her, anxious to know if I would be caught and frightened that the jig was up. To my glee, she hadn’t noticed that she was missing her cookie. She had probably thought that her mum didn’t pack it for her.

The next day the same thing happened. I waited for everyone to leave on the first break, hid in the bathroom, devoured the cookie, discarded the rubbish and returned the lunchbox.

This time, during lunch, I could see that she was confused as to why the cookie wasn’t in her lunch box. The rising adrenaline took over; my heart began to race and my hands became clammy. I watched from a distance, convinced she would come over and confront me. She didn’t.

After lunch, the case of the missing cookie spread; it was the talk of the class. Someone was stealing her cookie and others were deliberating if they had been struck by the cookie culprit or if would they be next. Accusations were flying - someone saw another classmate with a similar cookie for lunch, and another person had seen someone in the corridor earlier. I was off the hook, again. But now, it was serious.

The next day came around and all I could think of was the cookie. I overheard her talking to her friends; she confirmed that her mum had packed it and she would be eating it at lunch. 1st break came around and I was ready.

I snuck into the lunchbox area like before and scoffed the whole thing down, anxious that I would be caught. I scurried out to the playground and went about my day undetected.

After lunch, the teacher announced that her mum had called in. Someone had been stealing from her daughter's lunchbox and she wanted to know who. We were all warned that it was being taken seriously and of the ramifications of our actions.

I knew I couldn’t steal the cookie again, but I also needed a fall pony. The previous year, a colt in my class had bucked me and I never got my revenge. It was coming together like a jigsaw puzzle, he would be perfect and it would be believable.

I confessed to the teacher that I had seen him looking suspicious in the corridors and the bait was taken. He had taken the blame and I got off scot-free.

IT WAS BUCKING WORTH IT!

"That was not a nice thing to do, stealing is wrong, and blaming some other foal was worse." ~The Moon watches us

[sulky-valkyrie]

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep for Warden Anders and Warden Carver. What do you mean that doesn't make sense? I'm putting them in the same timeline you can't stop me

happy Friday! It's not romantic because they didn't feel like kissing, but here's some Warden!Carver in Vigil's Peak bonding with Anders somewhat against his will for @dadrunkwriting

Carver couldn’t sleep.  It hadn’t been a problem when he’d been walking miles every day across Ferelden; the exhaustion and worry had been enough to knock him out most nights, but now, when he wasn’t in fear of his life and had joined the order properly, he never could seem to get tired enough to fall into bed.  Either the darkspawn dreams woke him, or he stared at the ceiling for hours.  He’d taken to patrolling at night just for something to do.  Other Wardens seemed to have the same issue, and more often than not, they’d nod as he passed, lost in their own thoughts, or treating their sleeplessness with questionable remedies and variable results.

It was an unspoken rule that they didn’t talk about it.  Not during, and not after.

But, of course, there was always one.

"Fancy meeting you here."

Carver stifled a groan, then shrugged.  “Oh?”  

Anders stepped out of the shadows and sighed.  "You're supposed to say something witty.  Joke about the decor, pretend we’re in some grand fete, or something.  Or just insult me."

"What would be the point?" he asked gruffly, praying he’d get bored and find someone else to bother.  “You’d run circles around me no matter what I say.”

He cocked his head, like one of those strange water birds.  Maker knew he was tall enough, and, with the feathered pauldrons he’d taken to wearing, the resemblance was increasing every day.  “Is that a mage pun?”

Carver groaned inwardly.  “Not on purpose, and this is exactly what I mean.”

“You’ll never get better if you don’t try,” Anders said, voice somehow both encouraging and condescending.  “Why, when I was at the Pearl, we had all kinds of first timers there.  Education and thrills, all at once!  So try it, yeah?”  He beckoned at him with both hands then patted his chest, like he was trying to provoke a fight.  “Hit me with your best shot, big boy”

Did he ever shut up? It was like being stuck with Garrett again, only Anders wasn’t shouting.  Come to think of it, he never raised his voice, except in a fight, and even then, it wasn’t loud so much as it carried. A spell perhaps?  Regardless, no matter how annoyed he was, no matter how many gibes and jabs he threw out, they were never shouted.

Was it a Circle thing?  Wynne hadn’t spoken more than a dozen sharp words in the entire year she’d been with them, and nearly all of those had been directed at the dog.  Velanna and Morrigan were both strident and opinionated, but they’d grown up as far from the Circle and Templars as was humanly (elvenly?) possible.  Bethany had never been loud, even before her magic manifested; who could be, compared to Garrett?  And afterward, she’d tried to make herself as small and quiet and unnoticeable as possible.  

“You know a lot of apostates?” he asked, refusing to rise to the bait.

Anders pursed his lips in irritation.  “Other than being one?”

“You’re a Circle mage,” Carver sighed.  “You got out, but you’re still -”

“What, just a, just a fucking a pet?” he snarled, voice raised for the first time Carver had ever heard, then danced a tiny jig before taking a scornful bow.  “A bird singing a little tune, throwing pretty little lights for the amusement of all the rabble who’d rather see us dead than let us have a singly bloody moment of sunshine and peace?”

Carver took a shocked step backward.  “What?  No, my sister’s an apostate!  My –” don’t think about Morrigan “– father made himself one!”  He pointed toward the barracks. “Look at Velanna, for the Maker’s sake!  But you’re the only one who’s been both.”

Anders froze mid-tirade, all puffed up and indignant, then let a breath out, deflating against the wall.  "And?" He asked warily.  

Why had he asked that?  “Forget it.”

“You can’t - you can’t just throw that at me and not mean anything by it,” Anders retorted.

Carver glanced away.  “Bethany was – is a mage.  We had to move a lot.  After she threw someone into a tree.  And after she accidentally iced the mayor’s – it doesn’t matter.  She did her best to hide it, and Father did his best to teach her, but… there were mistakes.  A lot of them.  I’d be furious we’d need to uproot our lives again and Bethy’d cry and feel so guilty about it.”  He wiped his eyes; damn things always seemed to get dust in them or something whenever he talked about her.  “I just… it was hard.  I want to – I guess I want to make sure it was worth it.”

Anders’ sour expression melted into concern, then sympathy.  He pushed himself off the floor and rolled up his sleeves to hold them out in front of him.  “You tell me.”

At first, in the dim lamp light, Carver wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be looking for.  It’s just an arm.  A pair of them.  Certainly, the pattern of the shadows looked strange but - wait.  He squinted down at them as a sickening realization began to dawn.  “Is - are those manacle scars?”  He knew the answer already but still prayed there was another explanation.  The deserters at Ostagar had the same marks, but how could a mage get them?  Not just a mage, but a spirit healer?  Anders had damn near brought people back from the dead, Carver included; how could he have ever let something like that go… unaddressed?

“Unsupervised magic is discouraged in the Kinloch,” he said flatly.  “Forbidden among apprentices.  Learning to control powers you barely understand with a faceless suit of armor that you know has the authority to kill you for no reason at all standing over you and waiting for you to slip up.”  He tugged his sleeves down.  

“Sometimes, they’re ‘lenient,’” he continued quietly.  “A few nights down in the cells where they keep the maleficar before branding them.  To remind us of our place.  Sometimes, a few nights turns into a few weeks.  If you cast anything when you’re down there, you’re dead.  Doesn’t matter if it’s creation or primal or entropy.  And once it’s healed over, there’s no making it pretty again.”  He took a long slow breath and stepped back.  “So.  You tell me: was it worth it?”

What could he say to that?  How could he possibly convey the terror he felt at the thought of anything like that befalling his sister?  “I –” I’m sorry could never be adequate, and Carver had never been eloquent enough to manage anything more than the most banal of platitudes.  He met Anders’ eyes.  “How can we stop them from doing it to anyone else?”

[simoncardonefishes]

STALKING GREENFISH – The Swimbait v Soft Plastic Impoundment Challenge!

By Simon Cardone

My personal cod quest began in in the year 2000 and has since taken me all over Australia fishing fast flowing gin clear waters right through to giant murky slow-moving rivers and everything in between.

Like most cod fishos that I know, the search for new locations and different methods to catch greenfish is constant, so with some of the reservoirs managed by SA Water finally being opened to the public of South Australia for recreational activities I immediately purchased a fishing permit and got out exploring.

Happy Valley

The closest reservoir just minutes from my home is Happy Valley, located about 25 minutes’ drive South from the Adelaide CBD. Prior to Happy Valley being opened for fishing in December 2021, it was decided to stock the reservoir with 1000 mature murray cod ranging from 2 to 9kgs in weight so that visiting anglers could have something to target apart from the noxious redfin perch and carp that already inhabited the impoundment.

This proved to be a great move, as the cod immediately started feeding and spread out quickly to all parts of the reservoir. The fish were attacking all manner of artificial lures and almost everybody who had a crack in the early days ticked a murray cod off their bucket list. This feeding frenzy didn’t last however as the cod started to see more lures, they become more selective when it came to what to eat.

Changing Tactics

Due to the Happy Valley cod being smaller sized fish in the 50-80cm range, I initially opted to target them with golden perch tackle, casting 50 – 70cm crankbaits. This worked a treat for the first few weeks, but then the crankbait bite shut down, partly because the bait fishos had moved in and the cod were now feasting on an almost daily diet of chicken and cheese!

This required a rethink on my part, so I decided to walk the banks and fish in places where other people weren’t. Sticking with a seven foot 3-6kg rod matched to a 2500 sized reel spooled with 15lb braid, I tied on a 20lb fluorocarbon leader and grabbed a couple of packets of four and five inch Bite Science paddle tailed plastics. Selecting the appropriate jig heads required a little bit of trial and error, but I have now opted for a ten gram standard 4/0 jig head for the five inch plastic when fishing deeper water, and a 3.5 gram 1/0 weedless jig head for the four inch plastic when fishing shallow water.

After a few fishless sessions with the crankbaits under the belt, I was quietly optimistic that the switch to a more life-like presentation might get me back on the winners list. My hunch proved to be correct, with a brace of hungry cod in my first two sessions exploring new water. A simple slow roll is the preferred retrieve method after allowing the plastic to hit the bottom initially.

Enter the Swimbait

Observation of the immediate environment will always be a key to fishing success, whether on the day or in the future. While the soft plastics were still nailing cod after a few months of fishing, I had noticed a pattern where most of the hits and hook-ups were occurring in a metre or less of water over either rocky bottom or on flats with reeds and weed beds.

For my next outing I decided to leave the plastics at home and cast swimbaits exclusively. I tied on a 190mm Shimano Arma Joint to my 40lb fluorocarbon leader on my swimbait setup and it has stayed there ever since! Again, success was immediate, if not stunning! The short hour-long session yielded five fish from six hook-ups, including three in as many casts. My son also got his first cod off the top on a surface paddler during our brief mission. Again, a simple slow roll is the best retrieve for this lure type – the action is so lifelike.

Of course, I had to try and replicate the results the following week, and yes, the swimbait delivered – it was no fluke. I encouraged a mate who had been struggling to get a fish for a while to give the swimbait a crack and his first session out managed to land seven cod from ten hook-ups – champagne fishing in anyone’s book!

The Verdict

So which lure is best? There was only one way to find out. I spent the last six months of the year fishing with both lure types during all my sessions at the ressie. I have fished at various times of the day in various locations and in all types of weather. And the fish tally is about 50/50 after all this time. Some days both lures have success, on others it’s one or the other, but the numbers don’t lie!

Overall, the soft plastic is the more versatile of the two lures, given you can rig it differently to suit the water depth and surrounding structure. So, on days when the fish are sitting out a little deeper it is a clear winner. As mentioned earlier, the lighter spin outfit used to throw the soft plastic gives the cod a chance to give an honest account of itself as a hard-hitting sportfish – the drag peeling shallow water runs are fantastic!

The most exciting lure in terms of the strike and crunch factor, is the swimbait. Nine out of ten strikes are off the surface – these fish are hell bent on killing the larger prey item and are not messing around. After the initial chaos, generally the fish I have encountered are relatively easy to subdue on the swimbait setup I run. On some days I have had cod follow the lure all the way to my feet, including two cod that hit each other as they both tried to slam the lure!

Go Your Own Way

With both land based and fishing from canoe or kayak being permitted at the reservoirs here in South Australia, fishing with soft plastics and swimbaits are methods that every angler should have up their sleeve for those times when trolling a deep diver or casting a crankbait or spinnerbait isn’t creating any interest from the resident cod – this has been accepted practice by most switched-on cod fishos in the eastern impoundments for some time now.

I highly encourage you to go out and explore your local impoundment either for the first time or with some of the methods I have described – especially with many of the rivers and creeks across the Murray-Darling basin in flood at the time of writing - you might be pleasantly surprised with the results.

Finally good times ahead for South Australian freshwater fishos.

[sanjoongie]

here's a little title for you> failing in love

write me something with you know WHO make it sad make it hot like only you know how to <3

~Topaz: thank you isaaaaaaa. i will do my best. even though you deserve a woo fic. but i will give you mingi nonetheless~

Failing In Love

✧Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f)

✧Genre: smut, angst, horror

✧Au: serial killer/detective au

✧Word Count: 830

✧Warnings: mentions of murder, penetrative sex with no barrier, breast play

✧Rated: 18+ MDNI

“Is this all that we amount up to?” Mingi shouted at you while the rain ran down his face. You couldn't tell if he was crying or not, if only for the telltale tremble of his lip.

“No--Mingi--I swear--!”

"Well it sure fucking feels like it!" Mingi choked back a sob, his voice growing hoarse at the end of his sentence.

You stumbled forward but Mingi took a step back. "Mingi," You begged with one hand reaching out.

Mingi shook his head back and forth, strands of wet hair whipping across his face. "Don't touch me."

You had loved Mingi the first time he laid eyes on you. You remembered it like it was yesterday. His eyes landed on you, and then he smiled uncertainly. From across the room, your heart jumped and you knew you were fucked. He crossed it in seconds, his long legs taking little time to get to you.

"Do I know you?" He asked, smile still on his face.

You shook your head, "I don't think we've met before."

Mingi pursed his lips to the side in thought. "You're my type. I'd have introduced myself if I had met you before."

"Your type?" You raised your eyebrows, "You knew that across the room?"

Mingi nodded, eyes slowly crawling back to your face. "You're the type of person that I want to shine the sun on and make bloom."

It should have been corny, it shouldn't have worked. But somehow, with Mingi's sincere eyes glued to yours, it did. It struck you, his insight to your serious demeanor and the want to make it joyful. You believed that Mingi believed every lie that he ever spoke.

Oh sure, Mingi made you laugh. He made your smile practically split your face. Your heart beat so fast around him sometimes that you swore your head began to swim like you were about to swoon. But the truth was, Mingi wasn't about making people happy. No, Mingi was about killing people.

You were here to tempt Mingi into revealing who he truly was. You were a detective on a case that needed to be solved. You were so goddamn invested that you were willing to put your own life on the line, if that meant other girls wouldn't die.

But Mingi never did anything like that with you. And you couldn't decide if it was infuriating or disappointing. There were many nights that you stayed up wondering if you were truly right. Did the clues not all point to Mingi? Then why had he pulled at the bait dangled before him?

When the relationship grew physical, you truly had no chance of pulling away. Mingi fucked like the proof of his love remained on the tip of his dick. He needed you to know that he worshiped your body and the ground it walked on.

There were nights when he would pull you out of a deep sleep and murmur about how adorable you were. Then his fingers would sweep your collarbones and skitter down your thighs, awakening another side of you. You would let him help you straddle him, both bodies upwards, and he would make lazy, languorous love to you. 

It was always intense with Mingi. His eyes would never leave your own. His second favorite activity was to give lavish attention to your breasts. That man considered the deeper he was inside of you, the closer you two were, body, mind and soul. 

"I love you," He would sigh when he finished inside of the condom. His only con was that he tended to fall asleep on top of you before clean up could ensue.

But rest assured, the comfy domesticity that your life had become with whom you suspected was a serial killer, it wasn't long before the jig was up.

Snap back to the current time, where Mingi and you were standing barefoot in the rain, outside the convenient store near your place.

"All those other times, I was failing in love!" Mingi said. "I thought I loved them, but the dark side of me loved them more. But with you, I thought it was different. You made the voices in my head silent. I thought you were the one thing I needed in life to belong to this world. But it was all a lie."

Mingi threw your badge to the ground and the rain painted it with the garish colors of the convenience store sign. 

"It wasn't a lie," You protested. "It wasn't."

"You lied to me from the beginning. You were never who you said you were. You never loved me, did you?"

"Goddamn you, Mingi. Why do you think I stayed this entire time? It's because I did fall in love with you!" You cursed.

Mingi's eyes grew distraught and distrustful. "I loved you. I loved you so much."

"Loved?" You gasped.

"I'll always love you," Mingi promised. 

 And then he disappeared into the night. Never to be found again.

Taglist game is closed! Just clearing out all the ones that made it through the deadline~ enjoyyyyyy

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[fanficwriter284]

Mushroom for Chelsea pls

Sorry it took me so long to answer this!!! And yay! A Chelsea ask!! Thank you anon!

🍄 (mushroom) - Does your character like being in nature or do they prefer the indoors? Do they have any outdoor hobbies like camping or fishing? If they prefer the indoors, why?

Chelsea is mixed about the outdoors. All for the reason of lack of AC. Like her Pa she cannot stand the heat, especially in her suits. She used to argue that one Google image will carry the same sights and that she doesn’t need to go outside…Well she actually went of her comfort zone and that opinion has changed. She loves the tranquility and peacefully was of the outdoors. She loves listening to the wildlife and wind. It’s her mental happy place. As for outdoor hobbies she’ll take a canvas outside and paint the landscape. She’s tried fishing with her Pa and uncles…it was an experience. They went all on a boat. She witness her uncle Slap getting sea/motion sickness, her Pa trying to set the bait on the hook and struggling since he couldn’t see that well…he forgot his glasses, her uncle Jig reading about fishing, and her uncle Billy being the only one actually fishing. And trying to stay optimistic.

Camping was an okay experience, she helped gather firewood and starting the fire and setting up her tent…which she didn’t use since she got scared in the middle of the night and slept with her Pa.

So she’s a bit more of an indoor gal.

[lavampira]

fsh orange scrip farming 🎣

[under a cut in case anyone wants to figure things out but I need to jot this down to remember lol]

zorgor condor

location: westbound zorgor, shaaloani

bait: cactuar jig

make sure collector’s glove is active istg

prize catch

cast

ambitious lure until ‘a winged shadow rises’ prompt

if it doesn’t prompt after 3 AL stacks

rest

cast

ambitious lure until ‘a winged shadow rises’ prompt

reel in !! bite

repeat process if a different bite

[terramythos]

I'm getting into fishing in ffxiv, and now that I've been at this for a few days, I would like to compliment your mental fortitude for being able to last this long into completing your fishing log.

Also, how do you keep track of baits (in the inventory management sense, not the which bait for which fish sense)?

Oh God if I inspired you to fish in ffxiv I'm so sorry. I think it's a mental breakdown disguised as a bit that's gone too far but I'm in too deep now 👍

For the baits inventory management is always going to be tricky because there are so many of them lmao. I recommend going an expansion at a time because each expansion has new sets of bait and there's only a little overlap between them. Trying to keep multiple expansions worth will totally fill your inventory unless you're using stuff like the Chocobo saddlebag and retainer inventories which I'm way too lazy to do.

To start I'd recommend buying a few x99 stacks of the vendor baits and maybe x10 of the vendor lures. Also the Versatile Lure from Ocean Fishing is really useful for regular fishing because it works everywhere and does cover a lot of fish by itself, so I have a stack of x99.

There is some specialized bait you can only get from a few vendors for stuff like sand or magma fishing. Some bait you can only get through Gatherer's Scrips but so far I've found those easier to just buy off the Marketboard. And there is some stuff (mostly Lures/Jigs) you either have to craft yourself or buy off the market board.

Unfortunately I don't know of a central resource that tells you what baits you absolutely need for each expansion and have only figured it out from individual fish. I do recommend messing around with Teamcraft for alarms and best bait recommendations per fish if you haven't yet.