Fishing Backpack

... the one I had been fishing in prior. A small island..., wearing some sort of shade backpack hat things, and various scraps...

Stumbled across this while looking for a cheap backpack to DIY into a surf fishing cooler bag. Not sure about the quality of it yet, waiting for it to come in the post, but for $12, it's not a major financial loss if it doesn't hold up.

... bus. Packing: Cotopaxi 35 L backpack ORI black Kennington crossbody purse... my B&B balcony Trani - fishing boats & selling the daily...

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... East Midlands (4) Underseat Bags/Backpack (4) 10kg Hand Luggage (4... type Cabin bag 40x30x20 Travel Backpack, Expandable 40x30x20 to 40x30x25, 24L... it, Pefkos was a well-known fishing hub, and you’ll really begin...

... will likely be faster than fishing through my pockets for a... and put it in my backpack to get a closer look ...

... backpack, insulated cooler bag, and portable chair Ideal For: Camping, hunting, fishing...

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.... Did the new Abyss Anglers fishing thing, didn’t do much for... onesie and backpack and I’m all over that though lol) Fishing is decent...

... London Gatwick (2) Under-Seat Bags/Backpack (2) 10kg Hand Luggage Self.... What was once a snoozy fishing village is these days a...

... holster on a belt or backpack strap for quick/easy access... some runners in the Canyon/Fishing Bridge/Lake area running with...

... - Content Patcher - Custom Backpack Framework - Fast Animations -... - Ladder Locator - More Backpack Upgrades - Save Backup -Self... More Rings - Yet Another Fishing Mod Issue: Quests Icon disappear...

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... would carry me with my backpack can several thousand of my... maybe three of my favourite fishing spots, where I have been...

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.... Debating whether to fill the backpack with Nikon, Leica, or Hasselblad... high hopes to do some fishing in my kayak or one... around here. When I go fishing, I have an Olympus TG-6...

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While hauling tackle, rod, and reel into the backcountry goes against the UL ethos, I enjoy hauling in an occasional trout in beautiful places too much to leave my gear behind. I have a pretty light flyfishing set up. Fairly happy there. But my spinning gear is heavy and bulky. I’m interested in hearing what spin fishers are carrying into the backcountry. Specifically their tackle box/container. Or any other magical remedies you’ve found to trim weight. Product suggestions welcomed, and I’d love to hear creative ways folks are packing tackle and lures to keep weight down and convenience up. EDIT: Thank you all for your comments. I already have a 3wt fly rod, as well as a Tenkara. Those are great tools. Some situations call for a spinning rod. Specifically looking for ideas on carrying tackle and lures into the backcountry, for spinning rod and reel setup. Trim weight. Reduce bulk. Keep presentation options open. submitted by /u/Ok_Speaker_1134 to r/Ultralight [link] [comments]

I’m looking for a somewhat light backpack with a chest clip and maybe hip/waist clip? that can fit a big 32oz water bottle on the side. I don’t need much space inside I just bring a single small tackle case and small items like scent and pliers. I want something I can fish all day in that is comfortable without having to take it off when I work a river or lake edge since I move so much to cover area. I tried over sling bag from Kastking and hated it. I’d like something I can clip my net and pliers to if possible. I’m fishing trouts. Any recommendations? submitted by /u/CAtoSeattle to r/Fishing_Gear [link] [comments]

I’m really into bank fishing. I typically walk up and down and fish a certain area on the bank. Right now I have a sling bag tackle bag and after a few hours of fishing and carrying it around, my shoulder becomes fatigued and sore. It also makes casting slightly more difficult, but it doesn’t really interfere. Yes, I do just drop the sling bag on the ground when I’m standing and fishing one area, but I typically like to be more on the move. I’m kind of thinking about getting a small fanny pack style tackle bag, but I’m not sure if that would he uncomfortable to wear constantly, and it would probably be harder to take on/off than a backpack. So I think I’m now interested in a small and lightweight but solid backpack made for tackle storage. I’m looking for advice and suggestions for solid backpacks or other options. I’m attaching a photo of a backpack I’m currently interested in. I’d like to be in the $50 range but I’d spend more on a really solid unit. submitted by /u/Redditmorg to r/bassfishing [link] [comments]

Realistically if you plan your day this is all you need in your box. I have this along with a scale, pliers, scissors, and bags of plastics. If you actually analyze a spot you're about to hit, you can just pack only what you need. I used to carry a bulky backpack with everything in it but now I have just this in a sling and I feel 10x more free. submitted by /u/Nikolay_Kovalyovski to r/bassfishing [link] [comments]

Forgot to share this last month - was able to nab permits for Coast Camp and spent some time backpacking and surf fishing. It was a pretty chill weekend, not too many miles and was able to really enjoy the area. I also tried to time the dates around the low tide and was able to check out the Skylight Cave. Point Reyes is always a great spot for wildlife - saw a big group of dolphins swim by probably ~50 feet from shore when I was fishing in the morning. One of my favorite places in CA in the winter. submitted by /u/KEO70 to r/norcalhiking [link] [comments]

As I am finishing up my fishing backpacks I am wondering what other backpacks other people are using? I have a Bass backpack setup and a Steelhead and Trout backpack setup. I still need to buy a few tools and want to make a few more customizations to both backpacks. I would love to see what everyone else’s preferred backpacks to use. submitted by /u/Tishaku to r/Fishing [link] [comments]

As I am finishing up my fishing backpacks I am wondering what other backpacks other people are using? I have a Bass backpack setup and a Steelhead and Trout backpack setup. I still need to buy a few tools and want to make a few more customizations to both backpacks. I would love to see what everyone else’s preferred backpacks to use. submitted by /u/Tishaku to r/Fishing_Gear [link] [comments]

January is the month of lies. If you’ve worked in the fitness industry as long as I have, you eventually learn to hate the calendar. January 2nd marks the beginning of the migration of repentant souls. They arrive in schools, wearing lycra clothes that still smell like the store, carrying colorful water bottles, fueled by the fragile determination of someone who spent three weeks stuffing their face with holiday roast and sides and now wants a pop star’s body before Carnival. We call this "Project Summer." I call it "Project Desperation." My name is Danilo. I’m a personal trainer and floor instructor at IronFit 24h, one of those low-cost gym chains that have spread through São Paulo like a fungal plague. Black walls, neon yellow lights, electronic music played too loud, and membership fees that are way too cheap. I work the shift nobody wants: midnight to six in the morning. It’s a lonely shift. The crowd at that hour is usually made up of insomniacs, ER doctors, cops, and a few antisocial meatheads who hate sharing equipment. The sound of weight plates clanking echoes in the empty warehouse like gunshots. The smell is a mix of rubber, citrus disinfectant, and cold sweat. But this specific January, something was different. It started with Mariana. Mariana had been a regular student on my shift for about six months. A nurse, thirty-something, slightly overweight. She was always nice, the type who brings coffee for the instructor and chats about TV shows between sets on the leg press. Her goal was to lose 5kg (about 11 lbs). A healthy, realistic goal. When I came back from my New Year’s break on January 3rd, Mariana was there. It was 3:15 AM. I was at the front desk, fighting off sleep, when she walked in. I almost didn’t recognize her. In less than two weeks, Mariana looked like she had lost 10 or 15 kilos (20-30 lbs). Her workout clothes, once tight, now hung off her body like empty sacks. Her face was gaunt, her cheekbones protruding like blades beneath pale skin. There were deep, purple circles around eyes that looked glazed over, focused on nothing. "Mariana?" I called out, stepping out from behind the counter. "Wow, long time no see. You look... different." She didn’t smile. The old Mariana would have made a joke about cutting carbs. But this Mariana just turned her head slowly in my direction, like a robot with rusted gears. "Need to train," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse, dry. "Sure. But... are you okay? You’re pale." "Spinning Room," she said, ignoring my question. "Kleber said the Spinning Room is closed for maintenance." Kleber was the unit manager. A guy who looked like he was assembled from Lego pieces made of meat and steroids. Teeth too white, a fake orange tan, and an aggressive corporate energy that made me nauseous. He was never at the gym at dawn; his shift was strictly 9-to-5. "Is Kleber here?" I asked, confused. Mariana didn’t answer. She marched toward the back of the gym, where the bike room was located. It was a closed room with soundproofing and glass windows which, I noticed now, had been covered with brown butcher paper from the inside. "Maintenance," read a crooked sign on the door. Mariana typed a code into the keypad on the door. The light turned green. She went in. A blast of hot air escaped the room before the door closed. Hot and humid. And with a strange smell. It didn’t smell like sweat. I went back to the counter, uneasy. Over the next few nights, the pattern repeated. And it got worse. It wasn’t just Mariana. I started noticing a group. There were about ten of them. Men and women, varying ages, but they all shared the same cadaverous aesthetic. Gray skin, sudden and excessive thinness, trembling hands, and that dead-fish stare. They always arrived between 3:00 and 3:30 AM. They didn’t speak to me. They didn’t use their fingerprint at the turnstile (which was against the rules, but the system seemed to release them automatically). They went straight to the Spinning Room, typed in the password, and disappeared inside for exactly one hour. None of them touched the weights. None of them drank water. They walked in, and they crawled out, leaning on the walls, soaked in a sweat that looked oily. I tried to talk to Kleber at the shift change, at 6:00 AM. "Kleber, what’s going on in the bike room?" I asked, grabbing my backpack. "The night crew is using it, but the sign says maintenance. And Mariana... man, she’s sick. She lost weight way too fast." Kleber was drinking his whey protein, scrolling on his phone. He didn’t even look up. "It’s a high-performance group, Danilo. New franchise protocol. Metabolic HIIT. Elite stuff. Don’t worry about it. They pay for a Black Diamond plan." "But they look like crack addicts, Kleber. Seriously. Their skin is melting off. And what is that smell?" Kleber finally looked at me. The white smile vanished. His eyes went cold. "Are you a doctor, Danilo?" "No, I’m a physical trainer." "Then train physiques and leave the management to me. If they get sick, they signed a liability waiver. Your job is to watch the weight room and make sure no one steals the dumbbells. The bike room is rented for a private project. Don’t meddle, stay in your lane." He patted my shoulder. A pat that was a little too hard. " The job market is tough, Danilo. Don’t lose your job over curiosity." I went home, but I couldn’t sleep. The image of Mariana haunted me. I knew what drugs did. I’ve seen people abuse diuretics, T3, Clenbuterol. But this was different. They weren’t just drying out fat. They looked like they were being consumed from the inside out. Last night, I decided I wasn’t going to ignore it anymore. It was 3:40 AM. The "Zombie Group," as I’d mentally nicknamed them, had been inside the Spinning Room for twenty minutes. The gym was empty, except for them and me. I went to the door. I pressed my ear against the glass covered by the brown paper. The soundproofing was good, but not perfect. I could hear the hum of the bikes spinning. But I didn’t hear music. Spinning classes have loud music, shouting, motivation. In there, the only human sound was... moaning. Muffled screams of pain. Crying. And someone vomiting. I tried the handle. Locked. I looked at the keypad. Four digits. I remembered the gym’s anniversary. Nothing. I tried today’s date. Nothing. Then I remembered Kleber’s ego. He had a tattoo on his arm: 1985. The year he was born. I typed 1-9-8-5. The light turned green. I took a deep breath, pulled my shirt up to cover my nose, and opened the door. The heat hit me like a physical punch. The temperature inside must have been bordering on 50°C (122°F). The air was thick, unbreathable, saturated with humidity and that chemical smell of rotten vinegar mixed with boiled meat. The room was dim, lit only by red emergency lights along the baseboards. There were twelve bikes. All occupied. But they weren’t just pedaling. Mariana was on the front bike. Strapped to the machine. There were velcro straps binding her wrists to the handlebars and her feet to the pedals. She was pedaling at a frantic, inhuman pace. Her legs were spinning so fast they were a blur. But she wasn’t doing it voluntarily. Her bike—and the others—were connected to an external motor. The motor was forcing the pedals to turn. If she stopped applying force, her legs would be snapped by the mechanical movement. She had to keep up with the machine’s rhythm to avoid having her bones ground to dust. But the worst part wasn’t the forced movement. The worst part was the masks. Every student was wearing a transparent oxygen mask, connected by tubes that went up to the ceiling, feeding into the AC vents. Inside the masks, a yellowish gas was being pumped in. Mariana looked at me when I entered. Her eyes were red with burst blood vessels. Her skin glistened with sweat, but also with blisters. Small burn blisters covered her arms. She tried to scream, but the mask muffled the sound. She was cooking. Literally. "My God!" I shouted, running to her bike. I tried to undo the velcro. They were locked with industrial zip ties. I looked at the bike’s panel. There was no stop button. The wiring went straight into the wall. The other students didn’t even look at me. Some seemed passed out, heads hanging low, but their legs kept spinning, spinning, spinning, driven by the motor, tearing muscles and ligaments in unconscious bodies. "What the fuck are you doing here?" The voice came from the back of the room, from the shadows. Kleber was there. He was wearing a white hazmat suit and a professional gas mask. He was holding a tablet. "Turn this off!" I screamed, coughing from the heat and the chemical smell. "You’re killing them! Mariana is burning up with fever!" Kleber walked calmly toward me. He looked huge in that suit. "They’re not dying, Danilo. They’re metabolizing. Do you know what DNP is? 2,4-Dinitrophenol?" He pointed to the tubes in the ceiling. "It’s an industrial compound. Used to make explosives in World War I. The workers who handled it lost weight until they vanished. It uncouples oxidative phosphorylation. Basically? It makes the cell stop storing energy and turn everything into heat. Fat turns into fire." "This is poison!" I tried to lunge at him, but the heat was making me dizzy. My legs felt like lead. "It’s efficiency!" Kleber shouted, his voice muffled by the mask. "They signed the contract, Danilo! They wanted to lose 10 kilos in a week. They begged for this. I’m just giving them what they asked for. The gas raises their basal body temperature to 40 degrees. They burn 5,000 calories an hour sitting there. Yes, it’s uncomfortable. Yes, it cooks the internal organs a little bit. But look at her!" He pointed to a woman in the second row. She was skeletal. "She walked in here wearing a size 14 on Monday. Today is Friday and she’s a size 4. Her 'Project Summer' is done. Who cares if she needs dialysis for the rest of her life? She’ll look skinny in a bikini!" "You’re sick!" I tried to punch him. It was a mistake. I had been breathing that toxic air for two minutes. My strength was gone. My punch was slow, pathetic. Kleber just grabbed my arm and shoved me. I fell onto the rubber floor. The floor was hot. It burned my hand. I saw Mariana looking at me. A tear of blood ran down under her mask. She mouthed something. I read her lips: "Kill me." I stood up, stumbling, and ran for the door. I needed to call the police. I needed to get out of that oven. I grabbed the handle. Locked. "The session isn’t over, Danilo," Kleber said, typing something on the tablet. "The locks are automatic. They only open when the thermal cycle ends. Thirty minutes left." I heard a mechanical click come from the ceiling. The hissing of the gas got louder. "And since you’re here... and you’ve seen the franchise’s trade secret... I think you need a workout too. You’ve been looking a little bloated, Danilo. Too much beer over the holidays?" I felt my throat close up. The air was turning yellow. Kleber walked toward me. He wasn’t going to put me on a bike. He didn’t need to. Just being in that room was enough. "DNP in gaseous form is absorbed through the skin and mucous membranes," Kleber explained, as if giving a biomechanics lecture. "Without the mask, you’ll absorb a lethal dose in... let’s say, ten minutes. Your temperature will rise to 42 degrees. Your proteins will denature. Your brain will cook inside your skull. It’s a quick death, but... hot." I ran to the windows covered with brown paper. I pounded on the glass. Double tempered glass. Unbreakable without a hammer. I screamed for help. But who would hear? The gym was empty. The soundproofing was perfect. Kleber sat on a stool in the corner, crossed his legs, and kept monitoring the data on the tablet. "Save your oxygen, Danilo. The more you move, the hotter you get." I felt sweat break out on my forehead. It wasn’t normal sweat. It was a flood. My shirt was soaked in seconds. My heart started beating out of rhythm. I felt a burning in my stomach, as if I had swallowed hot coals. My vision began to blur, yellowing at the edges. I looked at Mariana. She had passed out, but her legs kept spinning, spinning, spinning, driven by the relentless motor. I heard a dry snap — CRACK. Her knee had broken. The bone tore through the skin, white and shiny, but the machine kept forcing her leg to turn, grinding the joint with every rotation. Kleber didn’t even look. I fell to my knees. The floor was boiling. I tried to crawl to the door. My skin was red, throbbing. I could feel my blood bubbling in my veins. It felt like being inside a giant microwave. "Twenty minutes left," Kleber’s voice sounded distant, metallic. "Hang in there. Think of the results. Think about how shredded you’ll look in the coffin." My eyes are swelling. I think my tears are evaporating before they fall. I’m writing this on my phone’s notes app, with fingers slippery from sweat and the grease leaking from my pores. The battery is dying. The phone is overheating too. If anyone finds this phone... if anyone finds what’s left of us... Don’t believe the official report. They’ll say it was a fire. They’ll say it was a short circuit in the sauna. It wasn’t. It was Project Summer. Kleber is standing up now. He’s coming toward me with a syringe. "To speed up the process," he says. I’m so hot. I just wanted the air conditioning to work. Mariana stopped moving. The machine keeps spinning her legs, but her head has fallen back. Her mask is full of black vomit. Kleber is smiling. It’s January. It’s the month of "Project Summer." 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I’ve narrowed it down to one of these four I think. I’m looking for something that can maybe hold a couple drink/snacks. Ideally that can also hold 2 rods and a few tackle boxes as well as everything else I’ll need for a day trip fishing. The plan is to have enough for me and my younger kid. Any help is appreciated! Or if anyone has any other recommendations I’d love to hear. Budget isn’t a huge concern and I’d rather an actual tackle backpack then just a regular backpack! Thank you submitted by /u/Mikulic to r/Fishing_Gear [link] [comments]

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