The Killer Bee-Catches monster fish and you can make it!

March 18, 2008 | By Betty In Fish |

I pulled my little pick-up truck to the side of the road, and gathering my fishing gear. I walked back to the bridge that crossed the Menominee river outside the town of Vulcan in the beautiful U.P.( Upper Peninsula of Michigan) When I got to the bridge a new sign had been posted, “ No Loitering on Bridge“. “Well, I thought to myself,” I’m not loitering , I’m fishing! My favorite spot was on the rocks down below the bridge, but since my arthritis had got the best of me, I could no longer get to my favorite spots. But ,“ah ha”! my little Killer Bee will come through for me.I set my fishing equipment down against the rail. I picked my little Killer Bee out of the box and tied it to the end of my line. After placing a nice juicy night crawler on the hook, I cast it out.It was early morning. The sky was over cast with no breeze, a perfect morning for fishing. As I stood their waiting for a nibble, My thoughts drifted back to when I was a tiny Kid. I was born in Detroit Michigan. Every summer my family went on vacation. We always went to the “Lone Pine Lodge” which was located on Houghton Lake which was located in the Northern part of the Mitt. To us this was going up North. I loved it. And even as a tiny Kid, I hated to come back to the City. I loved the lakes and the trees and the wilderness. But as the years went by, the wilderness gradually disappeared.After I grew up, I moved to Pontiac Michigan. That’s where I met my Husband. When I asked Him where he was from he said,” Iron Mountain.” I said ”where in earth is that?” And he told me, across the straights in the U.P.” Upper Peninsula!” I said again. I didn’t think their was any civilization up their; I thought it was all wilderness. He laughed. Well, I was right and so was he. This is a real wilderness area with its forests, lakes and streams. But it also has its towns and good people.

A hard tug on my line brought me back to the present. Another tug and I let him go with it. Then I sunk the hook. There was a big swirl as he came up and out of the water and then down again. I gave him more line, waited a second and then was going to gradually start to real in but to no avail. The reel wouldn’t even budge. So I reached down and tried to pull the line by hand. No Way! I only cut my hand. What was I to do? Me a 70 year old women all crippled up with arthritis, with a fish that felt like a whale on the end of her line.

I heard a vehicle approaching. I looked up and saw a City truck coming from the Dam where the city gets its power. I hailed him down and stopping he leaned out of the truck and asked, “ What’s Wrong ?” I motioned to my fish line and said “ I have a fish I can’t get up!”

He climbed out of the truck and taking hold of my line attempted to pull it in. Guess what? He couldn’t either. But like a good Samaritan he climbed down the rocks to below the bridge, and was able to pull my line over with the fish on it, cut the line and bring me up a nice 40 inch Northern Pike.

All of this because of a little Killer Bee.

That little Killer Bee has hardly let me down yet. I make them with different size hooks because all types of fish go after them from pan fish to game fish. They all love it. If any of you out their would like to have your own Killer Bee here are the instructions for making it.

Just take a piece of fish line and tie the size hook you want on it.

Then string it with tiny black and yellow beads.

Black first, then a yellow, another black, then another yellow followed by a 00 spinner blade then another black bead.

Tie a loop on the end and then cut off any excess line.

Sometimes you cant get these real tiny beads in the sporting goods stores, but you can buy them in craft shops for making jewelry.

String one of these up and give it a try. They work great!

I want to thank my mother for writing this article for this blog . She has written numerous articles for various magazines though out the years, and taught me a lot about the outdoors as I grew up.

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