I finally caught a good one on Saturday. I was going to do some work this weekend, but my wife told me I should go fishing. I always try and do what I am told so I put the kayak on the car. I didn't plan on going until late Friday afternoon, so I wasn't gong to have time to go to a lake I wanted to try. So I went to my old favorite, which has let me down so far this year, but was worth giving one more try.
I got to the lake early Saturday morning, and started fishing at first light. The water temp was 74, wind calm, and water clarity was around 2 foot. The water was at a perfect level, and any other year I would have had greet confidence. There were two other anglers in a small boat, that went to the other end of the lake. I was glad they passed the best fishing spots for this water level. They must have been there before, when the water is up, and the far end of the lake is a flooded pasture. I new they wouldn't be at the far end of the lake for long, so I was in a hurry to try most of the visible cover before they came back to the deep end of the lake.
After a couple hours I had caught a few one pound bass but hadn't had a decent bite. The other anglers came by and reported they were skunked.
At 10:00 AM the afternoon winds came early. By 11:00 the other anglers had left, and I was really wondering why I was still there. The wind was blowing 20 MPH. and I hadn't landed a bass over 1.5 pounds. I was working hard to get even one good cast into one of the offshore trees, before loosing control of my kayak and having to reposition. The bass wouldn't hit my moving baits which was odd for this much wind, so I had to try and fish soft plastics. I ended up catching a 4 pound bass on a Skinny Dipper so the day wasn't going to be a complete disaster.
By 6:00 PM I was tired and thinking about calling it a day. The wind was blowing to hard to set up my tent, and I was even contemplating cutting the trip short and going home. I decided to stay and fish hard until dark, after all that is what I came there to do.
I peddled over to the tree I had caught the 4 pound bass from and made a cast with a T rigged June Bug Ole Monster I had just put on. First cast I hooked the 8.1 pound bass in the picture.
I landed a couple other 2 pound bass on the Ole Monster, then fished a rock bank with a square bill until dark, landing a bass around 3 pounds.
I am so glad I didn't give up. Sometimes all it takes is perseverance to catch bass. That and a lot of luck is what I count on most of the time. The wind died about 10:00 PM and I was able to set up my camp.
The next morning I started off with the Ole Monster, and landed a 5 pound bass along with a few small 1 pounders and hooked a big bass I wasn't able to get a look at.
The wind started early again on Sunday. This time of year has the strongest winds, but I have never seen it start blowing before noon. I had to leave for home around 12:00 so I was in a hurry to fish everything I had planned on casting to.
I ended up at my favorite tree from past years, that so far this year hadn't produced, but it is hard not to fish history. After a few minuets of hard peddling I had the kayak positioned to make a perfect cast. A small bass bit the tale off the Ole Monster so I got blown way out of position while I put another one on. The next cast I hooked what I assumed was the same small bass. When I had the bass close to the boat I saw a flash out of the depths, that looked like a good size bass trying to grab the worm. I got the small bass a few feet closer to the kayak when a giant bass came up and completely engulfed my small bass. I instantly put the reel in free spool and watched the line go away from the tree. With as much experience I have fishing in saltwater I would have thought I would stay calm and not make any mistakes. I didn't, I got excited and made a rooky mistake. When the line stopped going out, I should have waited until it started running off again before doing anything, but I just had to feel if the bass was on the line. I lightly thumbed the spool, and felt the heavy weight of the giant. I clicked the reel in gear and was going to set the hook when suddenly the heavy weight was gone. The big bass had let go, and I had ruined my chance at a fish of a lifetime. I reeled the small bass back to the kayak, and when it was a few feet away the giant came and swiped at the bass. Of course I frees pooled the small bass again, but the big one was just showing off, and wasn't about to get fooled again.
All the mistakes I made were ones I never would have done saltwater fishing, but seeing a bass that size made me panic causing me to completely choke, and loose the opportunity of a lifetime. I don't know how big the bass was, but the small bass was 12 1/4 inches and completely disappeared when the big bass hit it.
I had to leave early so I decided to make cast at a tree near the launch. I hooked and landed a five pound bass, and of course I turned on more last cast into 20, but finally had to call it quits and go home.
I am glad to see my favorite lake still has at least one giant that will keep me going back. Maybe with more perseverance and some more luck, I will catch one. The lake is not anything like it was, but that only means I will have to work harder. For now I will have to be happy with an 8 pounder, and a good one that got away story.