Pond Boss Forums INTRO Questions & Observations Oxbow Lake - definition?

Can anyone give me the quick 50 cent definition of what an oxbow lake is?

Look at this.

http://www.mbgnet.net/fresh/lakes/oxbow.htm

Shaped like the ox's bow (part of the yoke)

ox-bow \’äks-bo\ n : a meander of a river that has been cut off from the flow of water and is now a lake.

Of course the larger ones such as on the Mississippi River, are greatly influenced by the stage of the river. These are some of the most fertile lakes there are.

Oxbows in Nebraska are generally fertile and contain every imaginable rough fish. It's amazing to consider how many times historically that rivers change course. Much more than you'd think.

Thank you, Gents.

wow i am impressed. you lawyers, dentists, and engineers did a pretty good job on that one. i just got back from out of town, saw the question posted, and thought y'all might need a geologist.

cheers

D.I.E.D.

Well, Dave, I'm just a toopid sales guy and failed the test miserably. The up side, tho, is that it was a very interesting question with excellent tutelage. My little brain-sponge absorbed it and I learned something today. Time for recess!

well for a sale's guy i've learned quite a bit from yer posts brettski. scroll down the forum a bit and take a crack at my leaking pond boat question....

my thought was to back up all the rivets on one side, and hit em w/ a ballpean on the other.....but there's alot of rivets....

I thought I knew everything there was to know about oxbow lakes (not much). Thanks to you folks, I am once again faced by how much I don't know but think I do. My wife says I can't get enough of that lesson, and I am afraid she is right! Theo, the photo makes the words real, and a double dose of thanks for that.
Lou the Learner

You know, looking back on the first 4 responses, it all looks choreographed, doesn't it? Ewest was raised on the Mississippi, Bruce has fished every piece of water in USA, Theo is a genious, and I fished the Miss. oxbows way before I ever heard of an ox, much less an oxbow.

...fade into a sunset shot of Ewest, Bruce, Theo and Burger. They're dressed in tattered jeans (legs rolled up to the knee) and wide straw hats, on a Sawyer/Finn raft, floatin the mighty Miss. Burger and Ewest slowly walk the length of the raft with push-poles while Bruce sits on wooden crate, beltin out a throaty, baritone version of "Old Man River".
What's Theo doin'?

Fishin' off the stern with a cane pole, I reckon. Probably hoping for a gasper goo or a grinnel or other gourmet river delicacy. Them boys gotta eat, don't they?

He hands the pole to Bruce, says 'shut up and fish', whips out his portable celestial gyro and begins barking out course changes. He's trying to find his 7th planet from the sun.

Nice touch guys. Well done but you forgot the catfish and the coonhound.

There are those who question whether or not I could find the 7th planet from the Sun with both hands. :rolleyes: But I can sing high harmony on "Old Man River" falsetto!

Ewest says we didnt write the purfect river raftin tale cause we didnt say anythin about catfish..or coonhounds..or potted meat n' crackers..or moonshine. Well here's another act and it goes somthin like this here...Act III.

Dark is approaching, but there's a full moon rising. Bruce is trolling with a piece of bloated gar that EW picked up and feelayed. Theo sees a bit of green in an otherwise sea of chocolate. He plots a course and gives poleing orders. We come up to a willow limb and tie off. Ahhh, a submerged island, prospects are looking up. Theo had somehow packed his portable structure and flings it out into the eddy.
Condomello fishes, but no joy. Burger is munching on potted meat n' crackers and splits his last piece of Spam with his trusty coondog, Rufus,aka Ole Blue as in, (I aint had a drink of good moonshine since Ole Blue was a pup). He gives the other 1/2 to Bruce and says 'go for it, Condo'. Bruce begins to bite it off around the edges. EW says, whoa, aint you gonna fish with that. Bruce, replies, 'I'm just gittin it just the right size for a 10# blue cats' mouth. Theo asked, male or female?
Several hours after dusk, and with the full moon shining, at just the right time, Bruce gives the offering, and sure enough, he pulls in a nice blue cat(just for you Big Pond). Eric gasps, that fish has only 95% relative weight! Bruce and Theo join in feeling, probing, measuring. Burger shouts, "Just skin im and cook im, I'm hongry." He gets 3 icy stares, as if to say, 'you're not even a moderator'. EW grumbles, "Is that all you ever think about?". Bruce adds, "We must save the river!" As the moon sinks below the cypress trees, Theo stands up and sighs,"a rivermeisters'
work is never done".

curtain

ROFLOL

That's almost a little TOO creative.

BM, thank you for letting your creative freak flag fly.

Meadowlark once spoke of Theo's thespian club. I count myself blessed to not only participate, but to enjoy my orchestra pit seats for the performances.
When do we start work on Les Fisherables? I can't wait!

BM ...BM ...Wake up. You know that shine gives you strange dreams with them DT's. Quit drankin an dreamin and tend them lines or else we ain't never gona have cats and corn doggers for supper.

Les Fisherables? Wasn't that written by Victalurus Hugo?

That is hilarious, The second time reading through I almost had a hum going with it, I could see Willie Nelson or Hank Sr. having a go at it. But I was also having flashes of Burt Reynolds and Ned Beattie for some reason?