I offer a basic primer here. For most of my angling career I felt pretty much the same way – and still do – to some degree. But there are some situations where having the right hook can mean the difference between having fresh fillets or frozen sticks for your fish dinner. We’re talking meat fishing here, when you are serious about catching fish and plan to keep what you land for the dinner table. In many cases, when you simply must catch fish, that means using live bait as your primary lure.
That said, I hesitate to recommend using live bait when you intend to catch and release the fish you fool. Angling with live bait is more akin to feeding the fish with the real thing, rather than fooling them with something they are more likely to spit out than swallow. And anyone who has had to dig a barb out of the gullet of a fish that they had no intention of keeping – let alone killing – knows that fish that hit live bait tend to be hooked more deeply than those who are fooled by artificials.
The hook represents “where the rubber meets the road” angling-wise; your real connection to the fish you will fight and eventually hope to swing over the side of your deck or pontoon boat. But before you can get there, you need to consider that the hook first must hold the bait that draws the gamefish to the table. Not only must the hook secure the bait in place at the end of your fishing line, to be effective it usually must do so while allowing the live offering to look as natural as possible.
Depending on what type of live bait you are presenting, there are four hook types that do that, styles that serious bait-dunkers might want to consider, for both fresh- and saltwater fishing.
No matter what style hook you use for live bait presentations, make sure it isn’t too big for the job. You can fool and catch a big fish with a small hook, but even the dinks won’t give it a second look if the bait’s size and action are overwhelmed by a hook that is too large or too heavy or both to allow the critter at the end of your line to shake its booty.
Take a peek at the website, then try to tell me you wouldn’t love to head for the horizon to drown a few worms from the 300 and then take the long way back to the dock.
