Bear with me on this detailed report, for yesterday marked a historic event!
March 19th, 2012 marked a new day in the history of Mr. Steve Kelley and his fishing career, the maiden voyage of his brand new Mako boat. And let me tell you that his boat transformed from an expensive piece of décor or jewelry to a fishing boat in a matter of hours. The floor of his shiny white boat was soiled by snakehead blood, snakehead poo, milfoil and other SAV fragments, algae, general dirt from our footwear, and the outside was stained by the mighty Upper Tidal Potomac. And we christened it with good sized fish. What a great trip.
We launched at around 11 AM, and on our way out from the ramp, debated whether to head toward the main stem of the Potomac, or to veer the other direction into the creek. Steve had main stem weed beds on his mind because of memories of past springtime success there, and the urge was well founded. However, I convinced him based on our experience (Mark and I) with bigger fish the other day to start in the creek.
I opted to use the same blue/chrome Rat-L-Trap to start mostly since I had confidence in it and it was already tied on. The tide was low, water visibility had improved over two days ago to about 2 feet or so. Water temps were in the upper 50’s, the weather was beautiful with a few clouds and some annoying wind. Our plan was to focus on the vast emerging weed beds and toss lipless crankbaits and cover some water. Actually, the wind is our ally when fishing like this because if you position your boat correctly, you can use the wind to your advantage and cover some water.
We fished the same basic area that Mark and I fished a couple days earlier, but fished a little more South along the deeper channel where it met the weed bed. I proceeded to move the weeds around while Steve hookup up on his very first cast, catching his biggest tidal river largemouth to date, a stout 21 inch bass that I’d say easily weighed 5 pounds, although we didn’t have a scale.
Here is his first fish:
It wasn’t a few casts later that Steve boated another fat largemouth, this one a fat bass at 18 ½” and most likely about four pounds.
Meanwhile, while Steve’s boated 9 pounds of fish, I’m still cleaning weeds away so he can work his lure more easily. He proceeded to catch another nice 17” bass a few casts later. Not long after that, I was on the board hooking into a less than massive 12” skinny male largemouth.
The tide stopped moving, and although we both had a few more hits, the water was lower and it was difficult to work that pattern. We tried different lures and also worked the channel edges without any luck. We knew that staying in the creek would have produced, but Steve was itching to play with his boat and run it a bit, so out of the creek and out to the main stem of the river we went.
We stopped at the mouth of a popular creek to see if the weeds were growing and the bass willing. It was a bit slow in the crankbaits, no bites, but Steve managed to catch a white perch in his lipless crankbait. Steve changed tactics and worked the woody shoreline with the ringworm trying to see if he could get a few bass and some bonus yellow perch. He caught a couple chunky largemouth and a couple yellow perch. I decided to try something different and do a bit of finessing, so I pulled out my trusty spinning rod rigged with a ¼ oz. jighead, a Mann’s Sting Ray grub dabbed in Smelly Jelly (that actually smells pretty good), and proceeded to snag. I tried to straighten the hook with my strong braided line, but must have had a nick in it and broke it off…I could have waited for Steve to move the boat as he was willing to do so, but got impatient. LOL. So I tied on another one and proceeded to catch a yellow perch and a couple small but fat largemouth.
As we moved toward the creek mouth, we noticed that the tide was coming in, so I switched back to my trusty trap, and hooked up on a nice chunky bass that would have been about three pounds, only to loose it while trying to yoke it in the boat Bassmaster style! Dumb…when things are tough, I should have reminded myself to be more careful. I had a couple more hits and misses, but at least the activity was picking up. We decided it was time to move up to the flats.
We tried trolling a pass along the 12’ troughs to see if the breeder stripers had shown up. Although we marked a few fish of some kind, we didn’t see enough to warrant continuing trolling, so we moved in shallow and bass fished again, searching for the weeds. We pulled up to a spot that Mark and I found the other day that held fish, and I finally hooked up on a decent bass 18 ½” largemouth on the Rat-L-Trap. Steve has a neat scale on his cooler, so measuring the fish is pretty easy. I wish we had a scale to weigh them…(note to self: spend the money on a good scale).
I caught a couple more smaller keeper sized bass after that, then we moved out to the weed beds. I landed some more fat largemouth along the weeds, but we really had to work for them. Steve opted to head toward shore and work the wood with a ringworm. On his first cast, he landed a fat 17” largemouth, followed by a yellow perch. Not long after that, he hooked into a fish that catapulted out of the water on his hook set, almost doing a back flip. I yelled out, “snakehead”! Sure enough, Steve landed this fishzilla:
I’m not sure if it was the next cast or not, but he hooked into another one shortly after, not quite as big. We wondered if they were paring up to spawn and he caught the mated pair. If so, we spared the Potomac from a zillion more of these as we kept both of them for the table (Steve’s table).
I tried the worm and caught a couple yellow perch, but really wanted to catch a snakehead at that point. I lost interest in tossing the traps. But, it wasn’t meant to be. I had a bite and got cut off, so unless chain pickerel are in there, my guess is that might have been a snakehead. Time was running out and we wanted to save the rest of the time to go back into the creek in search of hawgs. I’m still snakehead challenged.
We went back to the spot where Steve caught his big bass, and worked it thoroughly. The tide was up, so it was much easier to work the tops of the weeds. We had a couple hits, but no fish landed, then decided to let the wind drift us toward the Northern shoreline. We noticed a bass, definitely a bass, in shallow water doing some sort of evasive maneuver, leaping out of the water several times. It didn’t look like it was feeding, it looked like it was leaping for its life. We thought it might have been chased by a snakehead.
I managed to catch a couple more fat bass on the trap while probing a new weed bed area, a place to keep in mind for next time. We moved to the point where I caught my 21” fish the other day, and a few casts later, I hooked up into a monster. This 21 ½” fish was barely hooked by the back treble of my crankbait…my biggest fish in a couple years. Man was it fat and heavy.
After that, I managed to hook and lose another one on a nearby weed bed that we found. Then, hooked up and caught another one so I wouldn’t be stuck on 13. Time ran out and Steve needed the remaining time to get his boat out and ready to go home. Newbies!!!! LOL.
I started slow, but finished with a bang and equaled my last trip, 14 bass, including a 21 ½” fatty, a 18 ½” bass, and two 17” fat bass, and three yellow perch that thought they were largemouth. Steve landed 10 bass, including his biggest Potomac largemouth to date on his first cast, and a four pounder, along with two yellow perch, a white perch, and two fishzilla snakeheads (dead with the gills ripped out, probably filleted last night by Mr. Kelley).