Life of a Lake Cumberland Striper Guide

As the alarm clock begins to chirp, I awake from my dream of a desperate fight with a 65 pound monster Striped bass! The dream seems so real! But as my thoughts clear, the big fish in my mind begins to fade. I think to myself, 搈aybe someday?

I say my morning prayers, praying thanks to the Lord for letting me live to fish another day, for a safe trip, good weather and a great day of fishing on Beautiful Lake Cumberland. Its 3:00 A.M. and it is time to catch the day抯 bait.

Such is the life of a Lake Cumberland Striper Guide.

As I step onto the dock, the cold wind off the water removes any final cobwebs. There is work to be done. The lights placed on the edge of the dock to shine 搄ust so?in the water have done their job overnight and there is bait in the water. I say one last little prayer that I will catch all the shad I need for the day with just one throw of the net. Deep down inside I chuckle to myself because I know my last little prayer will not be answered. The hard work of the throwing and the hauling in of the large bait net is just part of the game. Catching the freshest bait for the clients is what always makes the difference on the toughest fishing days. Only the true Striper purists go to these lengths. Such hard work keeps a man humble and puts things in a proper prospective. As usual, I get a few big shad with each throw, with countless smaller shad returned to the deep to grow big for another day. It is now 5:30 AM and the day抯 bait is finally caught. Tired and sweaty but feeling satisfied, I put the net up for the day and begin to organize the rods. I tie fresh knots on the ever sharpened hooks and as I check the wind, I consider my strategy for the day.

As I drink coffee at the dock office waiting for my day抯 group to arrive, I swap funny stories with other guides and fishermen. I pause to enjoy the moment. Coffee time in the morning is special. Striper Guides and fishermen are a breed unto themselves. From the half truths of exaggerated catches (whose stretching of the truth you can always see through) to the truly recognizable exhilaration of hearing of a large school of Stripers surfacing to 揻eed heavy?the day before, Striper fishing just gets in your blood! As I step outside to make sure all preparations on my guide boat are ready, I find myself still amazed at the grace and beauty of Lake Cumberland. After all these years, watching the sun begin to creep over the hill still takes my breath away. Lake Cumberland is an angler抯 paradise. With over 1,200 miles of shoreline and over 66 thousand acres of fishable water, Lake Cumberland is one of the largest man made lakes in the world. As I marvel at its beauty, I am humbled for the second time that morning.

Such is the life of a Lake Cumberland Striper Guide.

It is now 6:30 AM and the day抯 group has arrived. Hand shakes are made all around and gear is stored. It is time to depart for the day抯 adventure. The excitement and enthusiasm in the group is palatable! Even after so many years of such daily adventure, my adrenaline at this time of the morning is still sky high. Because out there in the lake 搕here be monsters? The Kentucky State Striped bass record is over 58 pounds and having a client catch a fish of this size (or even one bigger to set the State record) is what every Striper Guide works to accomplish. This is our holy grail!

We depart the dock and ease out through the no wake zone then I pin the throttle and we come up on plane. The 搑un?to the hot spot will be long. Most of the group, including a young boy on his first 揵ig game?fishing trip, huddles below in the cabin out of the morning wind. But the oldest of the group takes the passenger seat and strikes up a conversation. As always, I enjoy meeting new people and listening to their stories. I learned a long time ago that an old man doesn抰 get to be old being foolish. I generally learn something important about life on these mornings from such conversations and today is no exception.

As we pull into the first spot of the day, the mist is still on the water. In short fashion I have deployed a dozen rods with large shad at various depths. We begin to move slowly with the trolling motor, exploring the ridges of a familiar wall near the bank. This wall on the creek channel side is an old friend, having relinquished countless big Stripers over the years. The wall goes straight up from the water抯 edge to nearly 100 feet in the air and there is 80 feet or more of water below us. As I begin to mark large schools of bait on the fish finder it begins to 揷hirp?with the sound of fish being marked as well. Sometimes, fishing for Stripers is like being an old WW II bomber. Just like with the old Bomber crews there can be hours of slow time interrupted by 15 minutes of sheer breath taking excitement.

But this morning the excitement comes quickly!

Suddenly, one of the lines begins to scream as a huge Striper engulfs the shad without a moments pause. These big fish can be traveling at upwards to 25 miles an hour when they hit. There is no 搉ibbling?involved. Instead, when a Striper feeds it is one of nature抯 most spectacular events. Trophy Stripers hit like a freight train and the fish of the moment does not disappoint. Fifty feet of line are gone in an instant! I grab the rod, engage the reel and haul back and 揷ross the fish抯 eyes?with a vicious hook set. The tug of the fish in return is not polite. It about yanks the rod out of my hand and takes off on a powerful run causing the drag on the reel to squeal all over again. The group had already decided that the young boy is to go first. His nervousness is only outweighed by his excitement. His father steps up with him and in one smooth motion I hand the boy the huge fishing rod and reel. As his dad coaxes and coaches him he begins the long fight with the fish. Such fights can last 30 minutes. Truth be told, his dad has to help him some or the rod would have been pulled from his grasp quickly. I have seen grown men wearied and whipped by these mighty denizens of the deep. Many a day 揅aptain Jim?has had to finish the fight (or at least spell the fisherman until he could rest a moment, catch his breath and take the rod back). These monsters can flat wear you out. They give everything they have got and many times make multiple and long runs.

To his credit, the young man was stout of heart and true to the creed. With a little help from dad, he lands the 25 pound plus fish. I net the fish and hand him (and dad) the trophy to hold up (the trophy Striper is to big for the boy to hold up by himself). As I snap the photo, two other lines begin to scream. I move in to action, repeating my life抯 play once again. As I glance back, the young man抯 smile gets bigger by the moment and just for a second, time stands still.

Such is the life of a Lake Cumberland Striper Guide.

Specializing in "Trophy" Striper Fishing, Captain Jim Durham is a Kentucky State licensed guide who has fished Lake Cumberland year round for most of his adult life. As a former B.A.S.S. tournament circuit fisherman, Captain Jim is also a Staff Officer with the U.S. Coast Guard Auxiliary as well as a Coast Guard Merchant Marine Captain. Captain Jim and Striperfun?Guide Service can take you on safe, fun and unforgettable fishing trip to catch a "Trophy Striper" of a lifetime!