After spending a week at Capitol Hill for a training seminar (which was really cool by the way), I was ready for a good trip this weekend. Howard and I planned to plop the ol’ Crawdad into a lake on Maryland's Eastern Shore for a change. Plus, we knew that Black Hills would be a zoo. Temperatures were predicted to be in the upper 80’s to low 90’s, so we knew it would be hot. But, would the fishing be hot?
Our goal on this trip was to get into a good largemouth and chain pickerel bite. In the past, chatterbaits and lipless crankbaits have been hot on both species, and I had hoped for a similar bite. After arriving at the ramp and putting in, it wasn’t long that I tied into this chainside on a white chatterbait…it wasn’t a big pickerel, but man do they ever hit hard.
Not long after that, I tossed my chatterbait around a big deadfall and hooked into a big largemouth. I’d say it was 3 to 4 pounds or so, but I can’t prove it, because after leaping twice despite my efforts to keep that from happening, the green bass threw my chatterbait back at me in defiance. Yep, that big bass tore me a new one…
After that, I tossed hard baits for quite a while without another bite while Howard experimented with various soft plastics and chatterbaits. Neither of us got into them much along the main lake, so we decided to head up the lake into the skinny water. I really like it up there as it’s like the Maryland Bayou with cypress trees everywhere. Sometimes the fishing can be good, and with the temperatures increasing quickly as the sun became higher in the sky, the shady cover of those cypress trees felt pretty good to us. And we thought that the fish would like that as well. So, with the prospect of cooler water and perhaps a little current, we hoped to get into them up there.
After tossing chatterbaits all the way up, we both switched to finesse plastics. Well, we found the chain pickerel. I think that I landed about 10 percent of the ones that bit, the rest bit me off or jumped and threw the hook. Meanwhile, Howard got into a zone and began systematically thumping my butt catching one nice largemouth after another, as I kept getting bitten off or catching dinky bass. During that time frame, Howard also lost a big bass that lept a few times and finally took to the cover and broke Howard off. We estimated that bass to be in the 20”+ range, maybe 5 pounds or so.
Howard put on a clinic up there on finesse bassin’
After spending some time in the skinny water, we moved back out to the main lake again and worked soft plastics around the cover that we worked with the hard baits earlier. We managed some more bass and pickerel, and eventually I was able to make a comeback. We fished the shady woody cover and the bass were willing once again, chewing on our plastic worms like candy. We didn’t catch a lot, we caught some quality fish.
We saw a critter swimming across the lake and determined that it was a raccoon. We caught up to it and I tried to get a picture, but my Droid picked an inopportune moment to act up and prevent my camera from operating properly. I cursed so danged loud when that raccoon got away that the zillion turtles nearby all ducked under the water’s surface all at the same time. Now I was really ticked off about the way the day was going. At least you’d think that the camera would permit me to record something! NOT! Meanwhile, Howard was getting quite a kick out my moment of rage, cracking up at me in the back of the boat…
…kind of like earlier up in the Maryland bayou when I tied on a new Zoom Baby Brush Hog and snagged a branch on my backcast, then after peeling that off the limb proceeded to do it again above my head followed by some foul language on my part. As if that wasn’t enough, my next cast to a cypress tree base promptly zoomed right for the middle of the tree 10’ above my projected target, and wrapping around a tree limb. I went ballistic. Thank goodness that St. Croix makes stout rods because I think that I nearly ripped the tree down in my fit of cursing rage. The lure came out at lightning speed and thumped me right in the chest. Howard was in tears laughing, I think.
Here’s the first fish of my comeback, not big by any means, but he thought he was a 5 pounder and fought that way…which brought a measure of happiness and calmed me down a bit.
Two casts later I tied into this nice one, my biggest largemouth of the day. This fish made me forget all about the raccoon incident.
Well, we caught some nice quality bass after that, but nothing picture worthy. I had one more decent bass hit a chatterbait and a nice chain pickerel do the same, nearly ripping the rod from my hand.
In summary, we finished a beautiful day with some pretty decent numbers, but we worked our butt off for them. Each of us caught a dozen bass and our share of chainsides. I think that I finished with nine pickerel (out of a zillion bites and bite offs), and we each caught a couple big bull bluegills. I’m not sure how many chain pickerel that Howard caught, but I believe that he caught a few more than I did. I know that he also had a huge one bite him off at the upper end of the lake. I tried to fish my panfish set up a few times, but the pickerel kept biting me off, so I gave up on that. I might as well have dumped my jigs into the lake. The bluegills were feeding on the surface all day across the lake. It probably would have been a grand time with a fly rod and a small popper or dragonfly imitation.