Hey guys. Sorry that I've been kinda quiet lately. I've been fishing all winter, but also have had a lot of other stuff going on so I've been away from posting on forums for a bit. This post is about a trip that I took last weekend that had tough fishing, but still was fun. Good company, good scenery, and a few nice fish away from the beaten path is what it's all about for me any more.
My buddy Howard hit a small lake a couple hours from home that is one of our favorite day trips. Expectations were high considering our success here the past few years, as we proceeded to launch the S.S. Fat Boy. It was nice getting the boat in the water after having it sit in my carport until I had the money to fix the trailer.
Another buddy, Rodger wanted to fish with us that day too, so he brought his scanoe and fished solo. We’d cross paths throughout the day, mostly to make sure that he was OK and also to see if he was into fish or not. We had the option of fishing three out of my boat if things weren’t working out for him. Other than learning to control his scanoe on a windy day, he did pretty well, including catching chain pickerel for the first time. I think this was his second chainside.
A fish pic, with Rodg having a death grip on the slime rocket!
And for good reason too…these things have teeth, so of course, we told him not to lip them. He took the advice. I wish that I had paid more attention to my own advice. One nice sized chain pickerel that I tried to measure (and didn’t get a length) flipped over the boat and raked his teeth across my hand during his escape:
This pickerel cooperated for a measurement later in the day and went 23 ½” long. The toothy critter wasn't very long, but was fat and had a big head!
Howard tied into the pickerel too, landing the longest one that measured 24”:
Conditions were tough during the day, but we did manage to catch a few bass in the process. Here’s Howard with a decent one. Most of the bass were on the small side on this trip.
Howard caught a couple slab crappie on a plastic worm, giving him the multi-species award for the day. I had one hooked and lost it at the boat on a Rat-L-Trap earlier.
Howard with another nice pickerel:
Wanna play kiss the pickerel? Here’s the business end of ol’ chainsides:
What a great day out there. The fishing was on the tough side, but the company and scenery were fantastic. When I want my mind to drift, here is where it goes:
It’s another world altogether with those beautiful cypress trees:
Howard battling a pickerel in the upper end of the lake in some really skinny water. The bigger bass boats don’t venture up this far.
I finished with thirteen bass and seven chain pickerel. Howard had similar numbers. The crankbait bite was hot early, then completely died. After that, plastic worms were the ticket. I had seven bite offs to annoy me! Howard picked up some fish on a chatterbait too. It was a fun trip, but we were pretty beat at the end of the day. Even though it was a Friday, there were more boats on the lake than I can ever recall. Still, I can’t wait to get back there.