So, do you have a best day ever...or two?
One was on the north shore of Lake Michigan. When I was a kid, I found an old Field and Stream from the sixties and I read about these smallie fishers finding this rock that held scores of bass. So, I went there and waded and waded and casted and casted, looking for that rock. I didn't catch a single bass for two days and then I found it...or its twin. It was the size of a VW Bug and nearly every cast triggered a strike. The waves were sloshing over my waders and when the smallies jumped, they sometimes were higher than my head. It was a beautiful place to fish, the smallmouth were ready to dance, and no hive holds honey as sweet as the one halfway up a mountain.
The second was on a numbers lake in Canada that I've fished for years. Hundred fish per person per day is the norm, but on one two day stretch, the smallmouth wouldn't quit hitting. We normally fish from fourish in the morning until ten or so and then nap until the evening, when we'd fish another five or so hours. On this lake on these two days, they didn't quit, so we didn't quit. They especially liked a plain Mepps spinner and it was so consistent that if I cast and didn't catch a bass, I'd examine the spinner to see if something were wrong. They reverted to normal aggressiveness after the two days and I've always wondered what made them banzai berserkers for a bit.
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