Hogan dam and its hooks. Yes, its hooks. Not in the sense of the human emotions becoming endeared to a habit, a food product, or hooked on something, as in enjoyable. I’m talking about hooks, as in, fishing hooks.
Hogan dam is a beautiful place to see. One of the cleaner lakes of the area. Clean, for the most part, thanks to the Ranger’s and local citizens that pick up the trash left by visitors. It’s remarkable what people will leave behind at after a picnic at the lake. Do they not care? Do they not see that they have left a pile of trash? Do they think its someone else’s responsibility to pick up after them, like their mother? If I spent the day on their street celebrating a holiday, will they be understanding if I leave my bag of trash, broken beer bottles, dirty baby diapers in the street, or in their yard? They do it at the lake I live by, so they won’t mind if I do it on the street they live on, right?
Thank goodness, the litter bugs don’t come out to the lake very often. The hot weather brings them on the weekends, but that’s only a few months, then they go back to trashing the city they live in. But there’s one litter bug that doesn’t go away. It’s here all year-long, even in the raining season……fishermen.
Hogan dam has great fishing, beautiful scenery, a nice boat launch, restrooms, fish cleaning station, and fishing goes on all night long. It’s a fisherman’s dream lake. It’s sad to acknowledge, that, anywhere you find fisherman, you will also find their discarded hooks. Hogan lake and the fisherman’s hooks has become ridiculous. Everywhere you go, every cove, every islet, every mile of shoreline, you will find hooks lying on the ground.
I’m not talking about the itty bitty single fish-hook. I’m talking about the 4″ to 10″ long, multi-barbed, huge fishing lures. These aren’t left by accident, or due to a snag that broke the line. There’s usually a small fire pit nearby, some bottles of booze, and the hooks left on the ground. This is so completely inconsiderate I have a difficult time seeing it. My father always made fishermen out to be the gentleman in tune with wildlife and nature. The fisherman would never harm nature, or leave trash behind. I respected fishermen. Times have change apparently. The fisherman is just like the litter bugs from the city.
Children play on these shores. Dogs chase geese, and sticks, along these shores. People walk hand-in-hand along these sunset shores. And there, lying on the ground, just one foot step away, is a hook. If the child steps on it, they will probably need to find a doctor, or emergency room to remove it. If the dog steps on it, he’ll probably screech and stop what he was chasing to find out why his paw hurts so bad, then proceed to try to rip it out with his teeth. An adult, well, who knows, if it’s a lure like the one’s I have pictured, a trip to the emergency room will probably ensue, unless the person is lucky and just catches one of the three tri-barbed hooks, then the person may be able to gently pull it out. Either way, stepping on one of these hooks, is going to harm the victim.
Is this the reputation fishermen are trying to establish now? A new trend of careless, self-centered anglers?Locating, and eliminating, all the fish hooks around that lake remains a task within itself. But if we all start now, and fishermen retained their dignity and helped, we can collect a lot of them. I found these two lures on Monday. The previous day, Sunday, there must have been 100 people on the lake. If every one of them had picked up two lure, like I did, that would have been 200 less on the shores. If fishermen would pack-out, what they pack-in, we can eliminate a good amount of these lures, if not all of them on the shores.