- Lake Wheeler, Wilson and Pickwick, 0ffer the availability of fishing the tailraces – many species hold there.
- We caught catfish (blue, channel and flathead), bass (smallmouth, largemouth, spotted and white) and enough drum to fill a roadside trash can.
- Lodging available at Joe Wheeler State Park, which sits on the banks of the Tennessee River near Rogersville.
By DAVID RAINER, Alabama Department of Conservation and Natural Resources
What do you do after you plan a trip to north Alabama to get in the fall crappie bite and you’re greeted with bluebird skies the day after a cold front? You make lemonade, and the Tennessee River lakes have just the right recipes.
Capt. Brian Barton, Andy Poss and I still wanted to try to catch enough crappie for a small fish fry and headed into the Bear Creek area despite the weather conditions. We found crappie on the forward-facing sonar, but almost all of them had the lockjaw, a common occurrence after a front. We tried small jigs with a minnow, jigs alone and minnows alone, but the crappie just ignored any of the offerings.
The great thing about fishing those lakes, especially Wheeler, Wilson and Pickwick, is the availability of fishing tailraces for anything that will bite a live shad, either a small gizzard shad or threadfin.
After loading Barton’s 23-foot War Eagle boat onto the trailer, we found gizzard shad flicking near the boat ramp on Wheeler. We headed to the Wheeler tailrace with a bait tank filled with the 2- to 3-inch shad. Obviously, as anyone who has fished the tailraces knows, the most productive time to fish is when the generators are running and the water is flowing through the dams.
As required by law, we had donned our life jackets before approaching the dam and headed to the edge of the swift current. Drifting a shad down the edge of the current line with just a split shot started producing action. However, you don’t get to choose the species. You set the hook and take what you get. It may be bass species, catfish species or freshwater drum (known as gaspergou in Louisiana).
Because we tried to catch crappie first, we were a little late to the bite at the Wheeler tailrace due to the generation schedule, which had shifted from afternoon to morning because of the cool nights.
The next morning, we headed to the Wilson tailrace, which doesn’t have quite the dramatic water flow of Wheeler but is still a highly productive fishing spot. The tactics were similar, finding edges to let the bait drift with the current.

By the end of the tailrace fishing, we had caught catfish (blue, channel and flathead), bass (smallmouth, largemouth, spotted and white) and enough drum to fill a roadside trash can.
“In the fall up here, from the end of September all the way until Christmas, shad migrate to the dams, and everything else follows,” Barton said. “You have multi-species action for about three months, solid. When I have clients, I catch bait before I pick them up, and then we go to the tailraces. We may drift, anchor or Spot-Lock (trolling motor feature using GPS to stay in one location) in different areas, but it will always be with a live shad.”
Barton said the Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA) controls how and when he fishes because the agency’s electricity generation dictates current flow.
“The stronger the current, the more the fish are going to be pulled out into the river,” he said. “With a lighter current, the fish are going to be more spread out and harder to catch. Also, the bright sunny days means the fish tend to stick close to structure. On cloudy days, they are more spread out. Ideally, the best day would be good current flow with sunshine.”
Barton said TVA has an app (www.tva.com/environment/lake-levels/tva-lake-info-app) that anglers can use to determine the generation schedule and dam water output for each lake. The app shows what the current flow is for the specific lake, the history for the previous six hours and a projection of water flow for the following two days.
“It (the projections) doesn’t change much,” he said. “But on our trip, you saw it change. It had been afternoon generation. Then we got a cold front with cooler nights, and it changed to morning generation. From now until March or April, it will stay mornings. As it warms up next spring, it’ll flip back to afternoons.
“Ideal current flow below Wheeler Dam would be 30,000 to 50,000 (cubic feet per second), and below Wilson it would be 30,000. Wheeler can generate up to 98,000. If you start getting over 50,000, which is great current, you just go down the river because it’s too tough to battle it near the tailrace. But that really turns the fishing on down the river, where if you’ve got 25,000 or 30,000, you’re pretty much forced to fish closer to the dam because you don’t have enough current down river to position the fish.
“But I want to caution people to not go to that dam unless you know what you’re doing, and, by all means, wear that life vest.”
When he’s fishing with live bait, he’s looking for two different locations where the fish are likely to hold to be able to ambush anything coming out of the tailrace.
“There’s two theories,” Barton said. “There’s site specific fishing on rockpiles, ledges or wood. Most of the time, I do better just drifting. My theory is I go to the spot where I caught them the last trip. That doesn’t always work because the fish move, but I start there first. If I start a drift in 12 feet of water and don’t do any good, then I’ll move up to 8 or 9 feet or I’ll go to 14 or 15. That’s all I do is move my depth. It’s just a matter of if they’ve moved deep or shallow.
“When you’re fishing the tailrace, it’s all about seams. I don’t think bottom structure has anything to do with it. It’s where two currents meet and create a seam or the outside edge of the current. But that’s not just the tailrace. Anywhere you go down the river that has an abutment or anything sticking out can create a current change. That structure may be the size of my garage, and it’s going to create that seam. That’s where the fish are going to be most of the time.”
Barton said when clients ask about a fishing trip, he tells them to expect to catch multiple species of fish in a five-hour trip.
“It could include a miscellaneous sauger or skipjack (herring), but seven species is what two people in this boat are normally going to catch,” he said. “With good conditions, I expect to catch 40 to 50 fish in a five-hour trip. Now, that’s not a great day. That’s just what I expect to catch. And, if you’re lucky, you can catch a four-pound smallmouth. That’s very doable. A five-pound smallmouth is what we call a trophy fish. If I have people who just want to catch smallmouth, that’s what they’re looking for.
“Most of my clients are just people who want a bent rod and to have fun. If they catch a four-pound smallmouth, that’s just a bonus. Most people just want to catch fish, and that’s why I like to call it a multi-species fishing trip.”
Visit www.brianbartonoutdoors.com or call 256-412-0969 for information about fishing on the Tennessee River. Other than the multi-species trips, Barton also does seasonal fishing that targets species like catfish, crappie and bream, both bluegills and shellcrackers (redear sunfish).
When you’re in northwest Alabama, don’t forget about the lodging available at Joe Wheeler State Park, which sits on the banks of the Tennessee River near Rogersville. Joe Wheeler has perfect accommodations for anglers, including the cabins away from the main lodge. The cabins are located on the south side of the Tennessee River near Wheeler Dam. This area has accessibility to both Wheeler and Wilson Lakes. A boat launch for Wheeler Lake is available in the cabin area, and another boat launch is located across Highway 101 at Wheeler Dam for Wilson Lake access. Visit www.alapark.com/parks/joe-wheeler-state-park/cabins for details. Also available is the Fisherman’s Cabin, located near the boat launch on First Creek.
After your fishing trip, Colbert County has an abundance of places to visit, including the Helen Keller home, Fame Recording Studios, Muscle Shoals Sound, the Alabama Music Hall of Fame and the Coon Dog Cemetery. Visit www.colbertcountytourism.org/attractions for more information.


like spots along the shore. High above, the first flight of Canada Geese was honking in V-shaped formations. On one tree, there was a small group of brightly colored American Goldfinch birds having a morning singing clutch. Not far away, there was a Sharp-Shinned Hawk to one side of the tree, and a Coopers Hawk on a tree not far away, the other way. All species have their ways in nature; they all struggle to survive each day, just like we people folk, but they have no concern about import taxes and electric bills. I grinned again. It was so good to be here.









When I got older, Fall was, and still is, my favorite time to be by myself outdoors. It was hunting time. I was in tree stands and blinds hunting deer, turkeys, and ducks. I marveled at the kaleidoscope of colors that surrounded me. I enjoyed the cool nip in the air.
That urge to be by myself, I have done so many times in my life, is coming on again. It has been building for a few months, and I must go. To a valley, by a creek, surrounded by wooded hills. Maybe I will take my fishing rod. Maybe I will take my hiking shoes. Maybe I will take my camera. Maybe I will take my tent and camp on a hill where I can see the beautiful country around me. Maybe I will take a hammock and hang it between two trees. Maybe, I will take a book. Maybe I will work on a story like this one.
I will fish a little. Lie around. Read. Gather some firewood. Go for a swim in the creek. Lie around. Contemplate what it was like when Indians or settlers were there. Look at cloud shapes. Lie around. Listen to the water flowing and wonder where it goes on its journey. Skip rocks. Look for arrowheads. Take a nap. Build a campfire. Look at the stars and thank God for what He has done in my life. Thank Him for my family, my church, and all that He has created for me to enjoy all these years, and what few years I have left.


Dale explains, “Gamma’s extruded monofilament and fluorocarbon lines are molecularly altered, creating filaments with an unprecedented combination of flexibility, shock resistance, strength, abrasion resistance, and low memory when compared to filaments of the same or similar material composition. The patented Gamma processing breaks down the stiff, long-chain molecules created during extrusion and drawing while creating millions of intermolecular bonds to cross-link the structure, resulting in a stronger, more flexible line.”

Gamma Line is one of those products that anglers may be skeptical about until they actually fish with it for a period of time. Dale says, “I know because I was one of those skeptics. It took an entire season of using 6-pound Gamma Edge on a favorite smallmouth/walleye spinning outfit to sway me. It performed much better than expected. For example, during fall trips for river smallmouth in deep current pools where snagging debris piles frequently occurred, I would accidentally snag debris and hold the boat in the strong current with my 6-pound Gamma. In contrast, others on board caught bass from all around the sunken cover. From then on, all my rods were spooled with Gamma, including daily use of 4-pound test Gamma Panfish Copolymer on a half-dozen customer rods during my stint as a crappie guide.”










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The Livewell Buddy is a flexible, floating net that allows the fish to move freely thru circulated water and easily fits in any standard Livewell, or it can easily be attached alongside a boat, canoe or kayak that is not equipped with a Livewell to store your catch or your bait fish. It also can be tethered to you when wade fishing. As you fish, simply drop your catch into the Livewell Buddy’s durable silicone net.
Retrieving your entire catch out of the Livewell Buddy is as simple as grabbing the floatation ring and lifting the Livewell Buddy out, along with your full bounty. There is no need to net or handle the fish, which eliminates the dreaded “fish splash” and “finning” injuries. For culling the smaller fish, the Livewell Buddy is a non-invasive alternative to conventional cull systems. After culling the smaller fish, simply drop the Livewell Buddy back into the water or your Livewell.


Not too many anglers can resist trying out these new lures. Every year I stock up on more than I should, but they all look so good and some turn out to be valuable additions to my tackle box. If you don’t try them, you will never know if they would work for you or not. Beside, trying them is part of the fun!





One of the biggest things we can control as deer hunters is our scent, but it’s not easy. We all perspire, we sweat when we walk out with our gear, climb a tree and set up. The gentle wind from whatever direction helps to disperse the “hunter alert” smell to all area wildlife populations. What can we do to get better to remove our human odor and wildlife alarm scent
? Read on.
The 110 Folding Hunter® is one of America’s favorite knives, this version, the 110 Folding Hunter® LT, will undoubtedly follow in suit. Weighing barely over 3 ounces, the LT is created with lightweight molded nylon, drastically reducing its weight while maintaining the same quality as the original Folding Hunter®. The clip point blade is finished with Buck’s advanced Edge2x blade technology for unbelievable sharpness and edge retention out of the box.





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With a full day’s rest from an epic road trip to Ohio, mother’s day morning hunt proved to be much a surprise in so many ways. Having spotted turkeys in farm fields below public game lands in Truxton, New York – in Cortland County, I thought I might give it a go for a few hours before having to pick up flowers I had on order.
Knowing the terrain between us, I was able to cut the distance to a hundred yards and settled up against a big old maple tree. Mind you the bird was gobbling every 60-90 seconds without any encouragement.
The entire hunt lasted a little more than an hour and twenty minutes, with a ton of gobbling and a gobbler after all said and done that ran back up the hill in one big hurry. All in all, a very memorable hunt. Every bit as fast and furious as any hunt I have had on private property. It was a very short walk back up the hill to the truck. 




































































As anglers we all have a list of lakes, rivers and streams that have the potential to satisfy our ultimate desire; to completely outdo ourselves. This past season (early June) I encountered one such body of water; beautiful Rainy Lake which borders Ontario and Minnesota.
Picture this, you have a fantastic night sleep in a big comfy bed, then you wake up to hot coffee in your cabin. Next, you are treated to a big delicious breakfast just in time for your guide to grab your gear and whisk you away to the promised land of smallmouth bass, pike and walleye. Oh, and I should mention, they send you on your way with a packed lunch and maybe even a wise crack from Wayne (if you are lucky).
Fast forward to your return from a day of fast, furious fishing, the kind that one can only daydream about, and you are greeted by Wayne, who wants to get the lowdown on your day. The main lodge is the perfect meeting place after a day on the water to tell as many lies as you want about your exploits. Here you will find a counter full of snacks, a fridge full of whatever you fancy (beer for our group) and a beautiful view as a backdrop to all the fish stories you can stand. To me, this is paradise and exactly what the doctor ordered. What’s next? Well, a delicious three-course dinner in a beautiful wood cabin that’s what. I tell you, I must have gained five pounds during our event and I was not complaining. The cabins are spacious and comfortable, the food is plentiful and so are the fish. Win, win, win and that’s that.
After breakfast we got prepped and headed out only to be greeted with some of the most horrendous weather I have ever fished in by choice. Severe cold front, high winds and rain had me in doubt and I tell you this, I couldn’t have been more wrong. My partner in crime on this trip, Gary Abernethy (Live Target and those great “Bait Cloud” lures) and I lost count of our catches. It was simply unbelievable. We boated an estimated 90+ fish that day which included smallmouth, pike and walleye. I can’t describe how much fun it was to cast out a crankbait or tandem willow spinnerbait into shallow banks, points and reefs having no idea what would attack it next. Our big fish producer for smallmouth that day was the Live Target Crawfish Square Bill in brown/chartreuse while various spinnerbaits with silver flashy blades accounted for large numbers of pike, smallmouth and the odd walleye.
My set-up for spinnerbaits/jerkbaits was a 7’ St.Croix (med/heavy) “Mojo Bass” rod which performed flawlessly the duration of the trip. I matched it with an Abu Garcia Ambassadeur reel spooled with 20-pound braid and paired with a 12-pound fluorocarbon leader (Gamma Edge). For the crankbaits, I matched a 5.4:1 cranking reel (baitcaster) spooled with 10-pound fluorocarbon and paired up with a 6’6” medium-action (Jason Mitchell) rod which was buttery perfection for those square bills. Day two was all about shallow diving jerkbaits, which by the way produced one of the biggest smallmouth of the entire trip. Actually, it was a Live Target silver/blue Rainbow Smelt that triggered a post spawn smallmouth to attack. Thanks again Gary.
This short but successful outing was done on the southern arm with ace guide, Jamie Bruce. Again, we had only a couple of hours on the water and Rainy Lake produced once again. Really, this lake is nothing short of amazing.
By Joe Forma
The hosts at F&B Upland are Fred Paye and Bill Surridge. These great guys run a superb hunt in what they maintain as traditional Western New York bird cover. As we step afield, we are transported back to the 1970’s when Ringed-necks were so prevalent locally. The 200 plus acres of hunting land features standing corn, soybean fields, hedgerows and acres of natural red brush.
A real highlight of this hunt was George’s grandson, Dom, a 12 year-old super hunter. Andy was really glad to have a youngster along to promote the future of his sport. Dom couldn’t have been a better sportsman even at his young age. He always held his cut-down Remington 20 gauge pump at a proper port arms position, as instructed. He showed no impaired nerves or excitement, but hunted like he had done it a dozen times, not his first time. He was an excellent shot. He downed at least six hard-flying pheasants with single shots. I didn’t see him miss.
The afternoon hunt was for an additional 25 Ringnecks. The dogs continued their excellent work and showed no signs of fatigue. They are well trained and well exercised, so they never quit, though some of us older sports slowed down just a bit. The shooting was right on the mark though and the birds flushed hard with disconcerting cackling.
A tribute to all was that not a single bird was lost as a cripple. Great shooting and great retrieving by the dogs. By around 3:00 p.m., there five happy hunters and one old photographer, me, who decided one last push thru the soybean field would do it. It produced our last kill, a long-tailed, beautifully feathered cock bird.

By Forrest Fisher
The hookset felt so solid. When I saw the hook-up point of interface, I understood why. It was buried to the sharp-corner bend of the new shank design. The new hook has good retention. The sticky-sharp Piercing PointTM provides a nice path for the surgically sharp hook point to bury itself, removing the old advantage that physics and old-style hook shapes have provided to the fish. Advantage to the angler.



By Gord Pyzer
Jason dug deep into his tackle bag and pulled out a Fergie spoon that we intended to use the next day for walleye (above). He removed the wire holding the brass and glass clacker, and tied the noisemaker to the end of his line. Then he attached the same minuscule jig he’d been using without success to the rig’s split ring. After dropping it down the hole, Jason shook the contraption briskly enough that he could feel the brass weight sliding up and down the wire, banging against the glass beads. In short order, he was icing crappie after crappie after crappie (see the opening picture).
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Three on one leg and two and a nub on the other leg.

