Alabama Friday fishing report
Longer days, warmer afternoons and an end to freezing nights means the largemouth bass spawn is rapidly approaching across all of Alabama, and probably already underway in lakes in the southern counties.
Largemouths typically spawn on firm bottom around stumps, blowdowns, docks, seawalls and scattered weeds any sort of cover where the baby fish can find at least some cover from the panfish that will move in and try to eat them when they’re a few days old.
McDonald’s Big Bass Splash will be on Lake Guntersville in Scottsboro, AL on March 26, 27 and 28th at Goose Pond Colony. In person registration will be held on Thursday, March 25th from 12 pm - 8 pm. The tournament awards prizes for the biggest fish caught in each hour, so it allows novice anglers to have a shot at big prizes if they get lucky. The company says there’s a total of $260,000 in cash and prizes, including a Nitro Z20 bass boat with Mercury outboard, Minn Kota troller, Lowrance elec
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IMAGE: The Hokie twisted-claw millipede is one of scores of millipedes that Entomologist Paul Marek has discovered and named over the years. view more
Credit: Virginia Tech
Hearing the words new species discovered may conjure images of deep caves, uncharted rainforests, or hidden oases in the desert.
But the reality is that thousands of new species are discovered each year by enterprising scientists all over the world. Many of these new species do come from exotic locations, but more surprisingly, many come from just down the road, including the newest member of the Hokie Nation, the millipede Nannaria hokie.
Newly discovered millipede, Nannaria hokie, lives at Virginia Tech eurekalert.org - get the latest breaking news, showbiz & celebrity photos, sport news & rumours, viral videos and top stories from eurekalert.org Daily Mail and Mail on Sunday newspapers.
WELLFLEET I was examining some of my rare stamps and perusing the latest issue of What Have You Done For Me Philately when I heard an odd slurping sound directly behind my chair. Spinning around, I noticed that Randall, my butler and astrologer, was licking valuable stamps and sticking them to his forehead.
A chase ensued, but the spry Randall was an elusive quarry. I nearly caught up to him at the end of the driveway, but then slipped on a carelessly discarded slice of Gorgonzola and collided with the mailbox. Letters flew about like confetti, and as they fluttered to earth, I saw that most of them were addressed to Pond Name Guy.