The rains were expected to hit hard Friday night, so I gobbled down my supper and made it up there while it was still light out. I went through my normal weedless bait progressions in this weed choked spot, but nothing was happening. About the only treble bait I could sort of throw here was a floater like a Gantarel Jr, so I tied one on. This meant laboriously picking off weeds after every throw, but I had to change things up. Just like that it got slammed by a hard fighting Pickerel. My 20lb Big Game line looked fine afterward, but thank god I gave it a good pull to check it out, because it snapped like nothing, and because the next fish I caught was a chunk.
I retied, waded out as far as my chest waders would allow, then threw the bait down a weedline where I lost a monster last week. I kept the bait from diving by keeping the rod tip high, and felt it ticking grass as it slowly pulsed. I ran it into a clump, then it got slammed. I felt her weight immediately. I jacked it hard to my left to keep her from running into the weed bed, and it worked. She went airborne, my heart stopped, but the stretchy line kept her pinned. I kept pressure on, and got her in. The trebles popped right out of her bottom lip without the use of pliers. Close call. About 5-15
Followed up with 2 more 2 1/2 pounders on the Gantarel, but then we got hammered by rain. Dryed out in the truck until it passed, then went back and got one more on a Livingston Bullnose. I needed a sesh like that.