Tonight was our last fishing trip before we pack up all the rods and move to Tennessee this weekend. The next few days are hardcore packing and cleaning... Wanted to get out tonight and we had but a very short time to do somthing worthwhile.
Only had an hour to fish and it started off BADLY....
Get there, first cast, the reel gets a massive bird's nest and 15 screaming kids run over and start talking to Buck and me. Then, as I'm untangling my mess, 3 kids with fishing rods run over and cast RIGHT in front of us... The ground was muddy and we kept slipping and sliding all over the bank, Buck actually fell and got his shoe stuck in 8" of mud. Bad start.
We moved as far away from the craziness as we could, putting distance between us and the insanity... Then, things mellowed down.
First fish was on the first cast at our new location... As soon as the rig hit the water, the bobber sank. I wondered if we had some kind of terminal tackle problem, but Buck knew better. He set the hook and reeled this nice fella in.
After that, we had ZERO bites on the jig, walking halfway round the lake. It was time to change tactics.
**Nightcrawler and bobber
Buck was really doing well, but had a tough time transitioning his retrieve technique from jig to worm. I explained that the bump-reel-wait-bump-reel-wait technique which works so well on the jig doesn't work quite the same with a straight hook and worm. He had a tough time with the transition.
But... as he so often seems to do... he was able to make it work for him.
Only two fish landed tonight, both on Buck's rod, both feisty, both released.
I will miss that pond very much. It has been our go-to spot and one of my favorite little places of relaxation and escape... right in the heart of our fair city.
Only had an hour to fish and it started off BADLY....
Get there, first cast, the reel gets a massive bird's nest and 15 screaming kids run over and start talking to Buck and me. Then, as I'm untangling my mess, 3 kids with fishing rods run over and cast RIGHT in front of us... The ground was muddy and we kept slipping and sliding all over the bank, Buck actually fell and got his shoe stuck in 8" of mud. Bad start.
We moved as far away from the craziness as we could, putting distance between us and the insanity... Then, things mellowed down.
First fish was on the first cast at our new location... As soon as the rig hit the water, the bobber sank. I wondered if we had some kind of terminal tackle problem, but Buck knew better. He set the hook and reeled this nice fella in.
After that, we had ZERO bites on the jig, walking halfway round the lake. It was time to change tactics.
**Nightcrawler and bobber
Buck was really doing well, but had a tough time transitioning his retrieve technique from jig to worm. I explained that the bump-reel-wait-bump-reel-wait technique which works so well on the jig doesn't work quite the same with a straight hook and worm. He had a tough time with the transition.
But... as he so often seems to do... he was able to make it work for him.
Only two fish landed tonight, both on Buck's rod, both feisty, both released.
I will miss that pond very much. It has been our go-to spot and one of my favorite little places of relaxation and escape... right in the heart of our fair city.