Note: I took most of the stream and river pics on the way back, not when it was low light.
Well, this morning's trip wasn't for sissies. You see, the dang dam broke and one of my beloved swamps is now just a clear, shallow river. I reached it dragging my canoe down a trickle. I had to exit the canoe and drag about a dozen times, going and returning. I felt like I was back in northwestern Ontario, struggling through the bush. Being wet and cold was the hardest part.
The air was 48 degrees and the water was 54 degrees, so I had wet feet and pants legs all morning.
The river slowly grew in size.
And grew.
Unfortunately, my beloved swamp was now just a mud field.
Going down the little river, I could see the former banks.
Even though I was fishing in a very unlargemouthy place, I still caught bass. 52 in all. They were chasing shad, so I used my Yo-Zuri popper to imitate a wounded shad. They were well fed.
I caught some bigger ones too. Here are some lipped and gripped.
And I put some on the bump board.
Once again, my bag was over 16.5 pounds. I am proud of my consistency in very different environments. I was fishing shallow current today, but I do well in swamps and on ponds too. One more to say, "Thanks for paddling down the stream with me! Sorry your feet and rest of you got so cold on the way."