I was looking forward all week to fishing this morning because:
It's the last day of Indian Summer, which means it's been warm for six straight days.
Foggy morning.
Cloudy morning.
South wind.
In other words, a perfect morning. I launched in the dark and struggled at first because of the dark and heavy fog. It was hard to see what was what and to read the river channel. I eventually discovered three ways to catch them:
A 6" Depps fat fluke skated like a frog over thick weeds and also wildly twitched in shallow water.
Casting my big walking dog lure right down the river channel where it was narrowest and calling bass out of the weeds from both sides.
Casting a Yamamoto Zako paddletail on an underspin.
I caught 58, but so many were THICK, with about a dozen at 18 to 20 inches. Somehow my camera shifted to the video setting, so six of my bass are on video and I don't know how to load those, so I won't. Plus, there are so many that I captured as photos that I don't need those six beasts.
I felt like I was fishing in an aviary, with eagles soaring, diving, and eating bass in the shallows. There were turkeys gobbling in the woods, sandpipers running over the mud, Great Blue Herons, and even a falcon.
My arms and wrists hurt from fighting fish and paddling back in a 9 mph wind. But I'm happy. I'll start with a small bass so you can see that small bass hit my big walking bait too and that even the small ones are fat.
Now here come the Brunhildas:
Remember that six of my biggest bass are short videos, but they were similar to the ones above. I caught smaller ones too:
Even the short ones were thick:
What a morning. I won't fish for a week or so and I might only fish my pond going forward. It takes a lot out of me to fish like I did this morning, carrying my canoe down a steep bank, launching in the dark, and paddling miles. I fished very well and I'm proud of that. The conditions were tough, with weeds EVERYWHERE, but I don't think I lost a big single bass that I hooked. Now, fishing the walking dog bait meant I missed some strikes, as I always do with a lure that's constantly changing direction. Whew!
Oh, yeah, I actually caught only 56 bass, but I caught two beautiful yellow perch that hit my 6" Depps with a 5/0 hook and so I counted them as honorary bass. Here they are: