Want to Hunt and Fish in Arizona? Do Both on a “Cast ‘n’ Blast”

Want to Hunt and Fish in Arizona? Do Both on a “Cast ‘n’ Blast”
Arizona Game and Fish Department
Arizona Game and Fish Department

Arizona -(Ammoland.com)- Cast ‘n’ blast. It rhymes, so it must be fun, right? On the phone last week with my step brother, who plans on coming into town this weekend,

I said that we could always go on a trip to fish and hunt.

“You can do both?” he said with a jolt of energy.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. So then I did.

In one trip, you do a little fishing, a little hunting, and in the case of a solo mission to Bartlett Lake in the Tonto National Forest on Wednesday, Nov. 11, some paddling and hiking and wild game eating.

It’s a Great Outdoors dream. Yet somehow, it’s all real — you’re actually awake while getting to do all this — and such an eclectic trip is available to Arizonans year round.

I’m just finding this out.

A week removed from this fish/hunt, the echo of adventure tingles. For sure one of the best things to do in Arizona.

So for those looking to get into this sport of “cast ‘n blast” or (fin ‘n’ feathers or fur ‘n’ fin — whatever you want to call it), here’s some fishing and hunting cast ‘n’ blast tips from a fellow beginner.

There were a few primary goals:

  • Get some wild harvest, preferably quail
  • Don’t get lost
  • Don’t drop shotgun in the water
  • Don’t drop keys in water
  • Don’t drop anything in the water

Had to head out with my Tetra Angler 10 kayak around noon (I own a big dog and can’t leave him home alone too long.)

Fishing for bass was spotty the day after a cold front. The Yellow Cliffs boat ramp is closed, so putting in at the main, Jojoba ramp, I paddled a mile or so northward, crossed the lake, and took a couple dozen fish-less casts with a tube on a 1/8-ounce jighead (I accidentally left my baby brush hogs and Roboworms at home. The packing list for a cast ‘n’ blast in a kayak is lengthy yet economical).

While casting, though, I thought mostly of blasting, of rocking through the desert with a shotgun and some brand new snake shields. Coupled with a time restraint — I didn’t want to return through the desert in the dark looking for a beached kayak — the focus quickly switched from casting to blasting.

The kayak scraped up the sand. Fully “beached.”

Pulling from a dry storage compartment a bag with hiking boots, a hunting vest, extra socks, and the snake shields (for cacti as much as anything), I geared up for quail.

Time to dive into desert.