I was out fishing on southern Lake Champlain today. I had a good morning, then a very slow mid-day. As it got late in the afternoon, it started to rain steadily. It was calm and quiet and the sound of the light rain put me into a trance. I was working a long weed line, throwing a T-rigged Havoc Pit Boss and pulling out a nice bass here and there. There was lots of time and casts between fish.
I was on autopilot, casting and retrieving, and trying to stay awake in the quiet rainy gloom after an early morning and long day of fishing. At the end of a retrieve and before making my next cast, I automatically glanced over the gunwale to make sure my Pit Boss was looking good, the hook point was still skinned, there were no bits of weed hanging on it, etc.
Just as I lifted it out to cast, a northern pike that was at least 8 or 10 pounds came rocketing completely out of the water after it. We were eye to eye for a moment before he crashed back in. I swore so loud I'm pretty sure a few of you guys on the eastern side of the Mississippi may have heard me. If his trajectory was a little different, he could have landed in my lap.
I'ver been startled a few times before by bass and pike making a grab at a lure just as I'm lifting it out to cast, but this pike really scared the daylights out of me by shooting all the way out of the water an arm's length away!
Turns out it was the beginning of a pike-fest with me landing, getting bit off by, or loosing, two or three pike for every bass. I got tired of re-rigging after every bite-off and I finally called it quits before I ran out of hooks, worm weights and baits. I hate loosing gear, but I sure like the way pike fight!
The biggest one I hooked (same size as the one that almost gave me a heart attack) jumped almost continuously. As a matter of fact, I had made a cast then tucked the rod under my arm so I could wipe off my glasses when the pike came flying out of the water as he hit the dead-sticked Pit Boss! They are amazing predators. If they got much bigger, I'd probably give up swimming.
Tight lines,
Bob