Well, now that school is out, I’m pumped up to do some coastal fishing. I hear reports of guys catching 3 lb. specs and multiple limits of redfish but then I hear of guys who catch the “skunk” because of the wind and I think to myself, “be patient, grasshopper.” I will wait to go coastal…that’s coastal and not postal 🙂 when the big flag at Tanger Outlet Mall isn’t blowing straight out. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t stay home and do a short trip in my neighborhood lake. Such was the case this morning. I couldn’t sleep past 6 AM on a Monday morning (go figure…first day of my summer holiday and I can’ sleep late) so I got up, put the kayak on wheels and carted it two blocks to my neighborhood lake. I decided to leave all the “commie” tackle behind and just take the fly rod. My good friend and fly fishing mentor, “Catch” Cormier told me that in order to become a really good fly fisherman, I must learn to leave the baitcasters (otherwise known as commie tackle) behind.
So this morning started with the beautiful serenity of Canada geese on the lake
with their young goslings, a few wood ducks. and even a big fat nutria, which actually scared the “you-klnow-what” out of me because he was in some grass on the bank and naturally, I hooked a log under the water and as I inched up to the bank, he jumped into the water right next to my yak. I don’t know who was more startled…the nutria or me. After I saw a couple of “blowups” along the bank, I decided to switch from my fluff butt to a popping bug. Within ten minutes of making the change, I was rewarded with my personal best
on the flyrod… a fat 15 inch, two pound bass. You have to love how a bass fights on a fly rod. He made a couple of deep runs and then went airborn a few times. I have had such poor luck with bass on my flyrod this past spring. The big ones keep getting off when they go airborn. So I made sure my hook set was good and played this one out until it was truly tired. I slipped him on my stringer (that’s the first bass I’ve kept in five years of fishing from my lake). I kept working the bank and I got a few more small bream when all of a sudden,Mr. Chinquapin exploded on my “yellow popper.” Can I tell you… he thought he had hair on his chest !! I caught another 13 inch bass and another chinquapin in the next 20 minutes or so and I realized I was building a nice stringer. I stopped to take a picture, and as usual…the bite stopped. I caught a couple more small bream but nothing like the pretty bass and bream I had (4) on my stringer.
I decided to call it “a day” early because we were preparing for company for our Memorial Day celebration. Just as I was pulling my kayak to the bank, my lovely wife, Lisa was making the corner, as she had been out for her early morning walk. I showed her my catch…she wasn’t that impressed , but oh well, it was my personal best on a flyrod from my kayak. I filleted the four fish and had enough for a small fry. I love fried bream and bass.