Reminder, this is an open thread for anyone to post any big bass stories- true or not! So let's hear them!
I love big bass stories! It does not matter when or where or how, just the details of the whoppers! The ones that got away or, stories about the big bass you've caught or, seen caught by others!
For me, I am all about the details, so I tend to be a bit wordy, but I try and cover the details as best as I can to give a more complete overall picture to the story.
I have never told this story online before now. But I think this forum is the right place to share it and now is as good a time as any...
In order for me to tell this story in a more complete form, I'll have to start with the background information and it will all tie back in together later on...
First, let me describe the location, and I prefer to keep the name of this lake out of this story to further protect it as if I were a home owner there- which I am not, but I wish!
Here in central Florida we have thousands of great bass fishing lakes, ponds, and rivers and swamps, and even over-sized puddles with ten pound bass in them, but they are not all the same.
Some lakes are better than others. No doubt about this.
So this story is about one lake in a chain of lakes that is very protected by the people who live around it and try and keep it shut off from the outside world- usually very successfully too, but there are times when legally they can't keep others out.
So for most people who fish this one great lake you either have to live on the lake or, know someone who does and get permission to fish it. I was one of the few outsiders who knows people living on the lake and had no problems getting permission to fish with only one rule to follow- I was asked to practice catch and release only and take no fish from the lake. I agreed.
This lake is spring fed and has a peninsula cutting through the northern third of the lake creating one large Southern side with cattails and lily pad expanses all around the lake with clean clear open deep water, while the smaller northern side of this lake is more like an over-sized pond, shallower, with a few deep holes and lily pads everywhere with only a little bit of open water through the middle.
If I were to die and go to bass fishing heaven, this lake would be it. Water so clean and clear I have drank from it before. Just an ideal bass fishing lake.
The people I know on this lake are the leaders of their homeowners association so they know every single home owner on the lake and have been the leaders in caring for this lake, the water levels and water quality issues over many years and decades.
This lake is known to produce big bass. The lake record is just over 16 pounds, but recently a 17 pounder was found dead in the lake and weighed and buried by one of the residents- I was just told this last week. At least ten home owners on this lake all have double digit big bass from this lake hanging on their walls for display.
There are no boat ramps on this lake. So for all the years I have been allowed to fish it, I have had to use the home owner's canoe which is fine with me as I enjoy canoeing.
Unfortunately for the homeowners who religiously protect this lake from intruding outsiders, I have come to learn there are actually two locations around this lake that are "public access" points for those who know about them. One is so overgrown it is now completely inaccessible, and the other... lips are zipped!
(This is another reason why I choose to not mention the name of this lake) My loyalties are to my long time friends who live on the lake and I would not want to see a post like this one cause problems in having new bass fishermen show up there angering the home owners because someone who does have permission to fish it is telling the whole world how great it is! I can't let that happen. And there is one other bass fisherman on this site who does know this location and I hope he will keep it secret too!
Now that I have somewhat described the location for this story, I need to get into bass fishing philosophy a little bit.
I have fished for bass since I was 7 or 8 years old with my dad. I am now 50, so that is more than 40 years of bass fishing experience with 98% of it right here in Florida.
I love to catch big bass like everyone else, but I do not focus on big bass. If I were to make DD bass my priority I might catch more of them, but I would also be catching fewer bass. So over the years I have moved to smaller lure sizes so I can catch more fish. I enjoy the active smaller bass and their hard hits and how they like to brawl with me and I even like to make them jump a few times and if they shake the hook I am ok with it. Landing them is not important to me. I just enjoy fishing and want to catch as many as I can- even if it is a ton of smaller bass rather than the occasional lunker.
And now on to the story... and this is a true story.
Most of the time I fished on this great lake I was the only person fishing it. Most of the home owners did not have bass boats or ski boats because this lake is not super large- only a couple hundred acres at best. So most home owners had small canoes and jon boats for their personal water craft, with one or two pontoon boats and a few small sailboats and an occasional jet ski. So fishing pressure is non-existent on this lake as was water skiing. A nice quiet lake I had all to myself! Could not get any better than that.
So one fine summer afternoon I was moving the canoe deeper into the north side of this lake and I saw an old man sitting in what appeared to be an over-sized bath tub. He had no motor on it and one small paddle he used to paddle around with as he fished no more than 50 to 100 yards out from his access point along side a road he parked on.
I usually kept the canoe in clear water just outside of the lily pads as trying to paddle a canoe all by myself into or through lily pads was difficult to say the least, so I concentrated along the clear edges of lily pads, and I noticed the bath tub fisherman was buried back up in the lily pads as I inched myself closer to his position.
Trying to be friendly I asked him how he was doing and he pulled straight up out of the water as much of his stringer of dying bass he could lift to show me more than a dozen lunker bass that he was taking home to eat. Some of those bass were easy 7 to 8 pounders, some 5's and 4's but nothing smaller. No doubt this guy was ticking off the land owners who would have liked to have this guy thrown off the lake and kept out permanently. But legally they could not do it since there was two public access points this guy knew about and utilized.
Needless to say it, but I was stunned by this guy's success at catching the bigger sized bass and so my next obvious question was to ask him how he was doing it. And that is where he began to clam up and get a little more gruff with me.
I guess he began to think I was one of those unhappy land owners who wanted him gone and he was not willing to share with me his bass fishing secrets. So I decided to fish near him and just watch what he was doing. I could see that he was basically spraying something on his lures down inside his boat out of view and he was tossing top water lures and slowly twitching them through the lily pads.
He was annoyed I was too close to him sitting over top of the deep hole and messing up his fishing action and he decided to paddle further away from me since I was not moving further away from him. So to get a better understanding of what this guy was doing I decided I would check him out another way.
So to make him happy I paddled the canoe around to the South side of the peninsula and I beached the boat on my friend's daughter's land and left all my fishing stuff right there in the canoe and just parked it. I walked over to my friend's house facing the north side of the lake on the peninsula and went inside the house to watch this guy fish through the large window in the living room as I talked with my buddy about this bass fishing intruder to their lake.
He brought out a pair of binoculars so I could see better up close what this guy was doing to catch those big bass and I was amazed at how he did it since our bass fishing philosophies were polar opposites.
I had no idea, but I was looking at a very experienced old timer bass fisherman who was quite literally the pied piper of bass fishing.
Now that he thought I had disappeared around the bend to fish the South side of the lake, that old man had no idea I was actually now spying on him for the fun of it- and to learn.
I could now see that he was spraying something on his lures in a blue and yellow spray can, but I could not see what it was, only the color of it.
I could now see how he was literally calling the big bass to him with his slow ever so patient technique of casting out a large 4 or 5 inch red and white top water plug he ever so slowly twitched through the lily pads. He would let it sit for long periods and just twitch it in place not trying to retrieve it, only make it look alive and edible to the fish.
You could see the wake of a big bass zeroing in on his lure as it sped through the lily pads towards his lure.
He sat ever so quietly in one spot and literally called the big bass to him like calling a dog or something.
I had never seen anything like this in my life. But obviously it was working for this old man as his stringer of big bass was proof of it.
His three or four hours of bass fishing like this brought him probably close to 40 or 50 pounds of fresh fish food out of this lake on this afternoon.
So as the sun went down I watched as this old guy tried to paddle his bath tub like boat out of the lily pads and back to his truck parked along side the road. It was kind of funny to watch as he paddled on one side the small boat would spin the other way and he would then paddle on the other side and the small boat would spin back this way and inch by inch he paddled his way out of there.
I decided to walk down to where his truck was and offer to help him load up his small boat so I could take a better look at his equipment up close.
And this was when I discovered the old man was using WD-40 to spray on his lures as his scent attractant!!! Seriously? WD-40? A petroleum lubricant? But yes, that is what the yellow and blue can was! And his top water plugs were the 4 inch and 5 inch red and white balsa lures he had been using for 50 years or more.
If I had annoyed him on the lake, he was now happy to have help getting loaded up once he found out I was not a land owner angry at him for taking fish from the lake. And now he was happy to share his fishing secret with me.
I was just stunned by his stringer of big bass. And I was equally stunned by his method of catching them and how completely different our bass fishing philosophies were- and still are- as I simply do not have the patience that old man showed me on that day nearly 30 years ago as he called the big bass to him rather than him going after them.
I knew I had met a special bass fisherman and that I was open-minded enough to pay close attention to every detail of what he was doing that day to the point of stopping my own afternoon of bass fishing just to take the time to spy on him for his technique.
On that day I learned something about bass fishing I had never known or even considered because I go after the fish. I don't have the patience to sit in one spot and call the fish to me like he did.
Well, that old man is now probably long since deceased and passed on as we do not see him on the lake any more, but I will never forget what he taught me, though I may never use it or fish like he did, I will always remember him and what I learned from him, but the WD-40 still has me shaking my head in disbelief and I would not have believed it if I had not seen it for myself. I even went out and bought some of the exact same lures he was using to call in those big bass and to this day I still have them in my tackle box, but I do not have the patience to use them like he did.
***The following image was taken from shore on the north side of the peninsula of this great lake. This is the exact location for the story told above. Behind me is the house from which I spied on this old timer with binoculars so I could watch and learn his technique. The lily pads on this side are where he had his little boat and on the right side you can barely make out a white gallon jug floating over an irrigation intake pipe that also marks one of the deepest holes on this side of the lake known to hold big bass. And I believe that this hole is from where the pied piper was calling out for the big bass to come to him from because as I watched the wake of the bass speeding through the lily pads it was from the direction of this hole through the lily pads towards him and his twitching topwater lure:
Here is an example of the type of lure he was using: