In praise of the lowly jack

A not-small Jack.

A not-small Jack.

I once heard that Jacks are, by some, considered to be trash fish. This came as news to me. It came as news to be because I had caught a few and pretty much found them to be awesome. They are aggressive. They pull hard. They take a fly readily. You can even catch them on poppers. They are, relatively, plentiful.

Lots of these make for a fun time.

Lots of these make for a fun time.

What, exactly, is not to like?

I dig on jacks. I have devoted whole days in some awesome places just looking for jacks.

The girl and her Jack.

The girl and her Jack.

Maybe they lose some shine if they are something you can go out and catch at will. They aren’t that for me. We are no co-located. When I’m casting to a jack it means I’ve traveled to get there and I’m somewhere I’ve longed to get to.

I’d like to think I’d value the attributes of the Jack even if they were neighbors. They are worthy.

 

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  1. I think they are absolutely worthy. If you take an amberjack and any other fish of equal weight and tie them together tail-to-tail, the amberjack will tow the other fish all over the ocean. Tuna might be a draw for awhile but the amberjack will win that tug-o-war in the long run. They just don’t give up.

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