This weekend my wife and kid went to Dallas to meet up with some of her new online friends. My wife's mother thinks this is an ill-advised trip, meeting up with people you hardly know. After all, that's how serial killers get started. But I'm sure they'll be fine. She's more worried about how Muleshoe (our kid) will do going through airport security, which is liable to create murder threats of its own.
With them out of my hair (well, so to speak, since I'm rapidly losing it), I headed to my local fishing hole for some uninterruptable fishing time. I went up Friday night, took the dog and the two of us had a great dinner and a relaxing time on the dock, just watching the sun slip behind the trees and into the fields beyond.
The next morning, I was up at 6a and ready to hit the water. I always build up every fishing trip I go on as being the most exciting and the most successful one ever. So I was pumped about getting out on the water. Mind you, this is the same water where I strike out regularly so there really wasn't a reason to be so optimistic. But I can't help it. It's the only time I let myself think grand thoughts, even though I'm usually overly optimistic.
But not this time.
I finally hit the water around 6:45a and by 7a had the first decent sized bass in the boat. From then on I proceeded to catch a two-to-three pound bass about every 15 minutes until I came in around lunch time. I fished a flaked june bug colored Senko along the grass line along the shore of this one point most of the morning.
Sometimes, like Woo Davies taught me once, I turned completely around and threw away from the shore, where it was only about 15 feet deep vs. the 5 feet or so near the grass line. I was rewarded on that side of the boat, as well. So much so that I went through nearly every worm in that pack catching fish that morning. I could get a bait to last about 3 catches then I had to tie on a new one. I've never had that happen to me and felt like quite an angler.
This was the first time, in as long as I can remember, that I didn't fish any topwater plugs. I started out with that worm and stuck with it for the duration of the trip. Even when I moved locations, where I ended up not being as successful, I stayed with that Senko and forced myself to fish slower or deeper or shallower or differently rigged so that I was presenting it in as many different ways as I could without changing lures. That, too, was first for me. I usually switch things up reguarly, probably too quickly, and found it tempting at times. But I was able to resist and kept it and was rewarded for that patience.
And yet another first for my local fishing spot: all that fishing, all those fish, and not one jack.
All in all, a very successful morning. A great way to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, even if it was a week too soon.
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Posted by: オテモヤン | March 27, 2010 at 11:52 PM