Most memorable 1 hr of fishing.

[Bird]

Had one of those crazy days today. 

 

Was watching radar this morning to get an idea when I could head out to my local lake as it was raining. 

Got to the ramp at 12:45 this afternoon, had boat in the water when my phone rang.....the wife.

 

She said she bought a hutch and needed the truck and I replied " I'm fishing ".

She's A type personality and said " you can fish anytime, come pick up this hutch " so I said give me 1 hr.

 

I had the lake to myself and it was overcast, lake was like glass so headed up in cove close to ramp and on 3rd cast I get big hit on Jerkbait. I knew instantly this was my best fish of 2020.

 

Weighed 5.4 including plastic fish gripper so reach into utility/ lunch bag for my phone to get pic......ahhh left it on center console after wife called.

I'm 100 yards from truck so decided it's best not to stress this mama full of eggs so release her back to her bed.

 

I troll back past the ramp and my truck for another cove and elected not to grab phone because I only had an hour to fish.

 

Breeze blowing back into next cove so grab spinnerbait and BAM, oh wow, this one weighed 5.7.

My best fish in 2020 up until this outing was 3.9.

 

Had time for one more small cove.

2nd cast and big hit, drag working, MH rod bent and I said " no way ".

This fish weighed 6.1 and I'm sitting in the boat laughing now.

 

Get home, wife waiting on me and i tell her about how her phone call prevented me from sharing some awesome pics of beautiful fish. 

 

She laughed and started singing that song " nothing from nothing means nothing ", true story folks. 

[Sam]

Believe it or not, my most memorable one hour of fishing occurred when I was 15 years old in New Orleans at the Audubon Park Lagoon.

 

My two cousins and I used to fish the lagoon on a regular basis catching mostly bluegills and bream, with a largemouth bass thrown in now and then.

 

The day it happened was right before hurricane Carla was going to hit Texas and we were having some high gusts  and winds in New Orleans with the possibility of thunderstorms reaching out to us from the Gulf and Texas. 

 

So what did me and my two cousins do? Using our teenage logic we went fishing at the lagoon.

 

The bluegills were going crazy. Every cast we caught some of the biggest and brightest bluegills we have ever seen in the lagoon. Cast after cast; fish after fish. I thought we were going to run out of white bread but we brought two loves and used dough balls as bait so we had enough for the time we fished.

 

We fished from around 2 PM until 5 PM when my aunt came and told us to go home. I think I heard her mumble something about our mental conditions, too.

 

I have no idea of how many bluegills we caught but it had to be over 100 an hour for each of us. 

 

We had a ball. Never had such a fun hour fishing like that ever again.

[rtwvumtneer6]

Really great stories.  I think we could all use some positivity!!

 

Mine was last year, Memorial Day weekend on Presque Isle Bay.  We were fishing a ledge that came off a big flat in 7-10 ft and catching a few smallmouth during the a.m.  Tried to make a move out to the main lake, but a storm moved in and we had to book it back.  This was my first time on Erie so I was amazed by how quickly and drastically the conditions can change.

 

When the storm passed we went back to our morning pattern, but when the sun came out we more or less watched those same fish lock onto beds.  It was a mad rush.  Nothing like I had ever seen.

 

My buddy and his dad were catching them, and trying to teach me.  My untrained eye and sub-par lenses made it tough, but I was able to put a few fish in the boat. 

 

And then, the magic happened.  My buddy's dad hooked up on one.  I netted it and we let it go in time to hear my friends drag peeling.  After we released that fish I reached for my gear to get in on the action, but before I could get a line in they hooked up on doubles.  I somehow managed to net both fish simultaneously.  I had just watched them catch 4 fish for what we figured was about 17# in a matter of minutes.  

 

I was in such awe of what just happened, I wasn't even upset that I hadn't caught any of them.  I was truly blessed to be there and see it happen.  

 

 

[Guitarfish]

My 'best hour' started at 6:00 am in the dark.  Launched the BassHunter and went about 20 feet and heard a bloop in the water. Cast out whatever lure I had tied on and caught a schoolie striper.  Caught a striper on nearly every cast for the next 6 hours.  There were three schools as near as I could tell, just continuously roaming the 10' shallow end of the lake.  I was probably 60 then,  and my shoulders were aching from constant working them in and releasing.  I had to stop, but the bite started to slow anyway as the fish moved back to deep water.

 

Everyone else launched and went north.  I giggled to myself all the way home. Man that was fun.

[Oregon Native]

Been blessed to have many...NOW....drinking coffee and thinking of em...thanks

[BassNJake]

Those amazing days are what drives us to fish thru the days of dinks.

@Bird had that amazing day on the water and managed to stay out of the doghouse at home.

That is what I call a very successful day!!

[TnRiver46]

What an hour!!!

[Bird]

14 minutes ago, BassNJake said:

Those amazing days are what drives us to fish thru the days of dinks.

@Bird had that amazing day on the water and managed to stay out of the doghouse at home.

That is what I call a very successful day!!

This was the wife's catch of the day.

[BassNJake]

3 minutes ago, Bird said:

This was the wife's catch of the day.

Did you carve the weights on the back as a reminder?

[Bird]

Good idea ?

[Ratherbfishing]

"I'm gonna miss her....."  lol

 

I think my most memorable HOUR (or several hours) was when my buddy and I came across the intersection of two flooded ditches in about 12 feet of water and started casting with crankbaits.  We caught over 100 bass.  The fishing was so hot, if a bass would shake the bait and it was still in "the zone", another bass would often jump on.  None of the bass were wall hangers but for numbers, it was phenomenal.  

[Oregon Native]

Looks like a rod rack belongs on both ends....tell her thanks for think of ya.....

[Bankbeater]

It never fails. The bass start biting like crazy when I am watching the time because I have to leave soon. 

[skekoam]

Pics or it didn't happen.   oh wait.

[Scott F]

Last summer, I did a three day trip To my favorite river with a friend, his son-in-law, and his grandson. The river was running high, fast and off color when we arrived in the early afternoon. I took the son in law out in my river boat, while grandad took grandson to a good wading spot. No one had much luck. The next morning, we switched and I took grandson while the other two went wading. Same results as yesterday. In the evening after dinner, I took my friend, the grandfather out in my boat. The high fast water is supposed to put the bass tight to the shorelines in eddies and slack water, but it wasn’t working up until that afternoon. I motored upstream and drifted back toward the cabin, dropping anchor to hold us in place in the fast water while we cast Whopper Ploppers close to shore in the eddies formed by flooded grass and bushes. For the next couple hours until dark, we had constant action on big smallies whacking the heck out of those Whopper Ploppers. They’d hit the bait in the tiny eddy then swim out into the fast current where they were nearly impossible to move. Several times I’d have to lift the anchor to chase them down river. We’d just get one in the net, and get another on the next cast. It was just the type of fishing you always hope for but seldom actually have. The river has many shallow hazards that make it a challenge to navigate even with my jet motor so we had to quit before it got too dark. Action was so good, we didn’t want to stop to take many pictures. We we hoping that pattern and action would hold up for another day, but the following morning was back to the slow action we started with.  
 

 

[DanielG]

I was about 12 years old. My neighbor, my age and I went out in the family Old Town canoe. We stopped at a rocky area and picked up a pail full of crayfish. We hooked them in the tail and in one spot pulled in 16 bass in about 30 minutes. The bass almost seemed to jump out of the water before the crayfish were dropped in. I always remembered that one.

 

It was a long, miserable fish cleaning job after that.

[Bird]

27 minutes ago, DanielG said:

I was about 12 years old. My neighbor, my age and I went out in the family Old Town canoe. We stopped at a rocky area and picked up a pail full of crayfish. We hooked them in the tail and in one spot pulled in 16 bass in about 30 minutes. The bass almost seemed to jump out of the water before the crayfish were dropped in. I always remembered that one.

 

It was a long, miserable fish cleaning job after that.

I can really relate to this as I remember when fishing was all about eating and if you wanted to catch fish you used crayfish, mad Tom's and minnows.......the picnic table was always full of scales.

[DanielG]

54 minutes ago, Bird said:

I can really relate to this as I remember when fishing was all about eating and if you wanted to catch fish you used crayfish, mad Tom's and minnows.......the picnic table was always full of scales.

Ugh.....scales all over. They stick to  your skin when they dry. You're picking them off days later.

[schplurg]

Okay that last story reminds me of one for some reason.

 

Lake Shasta maybe 40 years ago when I was around 13. We were on a houseboat parked in a cove. My parents, brothers, sisters, aunts uncles and cousins on 2 of them.

 

My cousin saw some fishing line snagged up in a tree and he climbed up there off the boat and grabbed it. There were two hooks and we each made a fishing pole out of a piece of stick. A handline I suppose.

 

We caught some trout off the side of the boat and had a special addition to our dinner that night.

 

More recent me and a friend went surf fishing for Perch and it ended up being a contest. Was my first time surf fishing and we caught a lot of them, and one of us lost by just one fish. He says he's never caught that many there.

 

It was a silly day but I had as much fun or more than just about any other trip. I threw in a scoreboard graphic and had some fun with the video. I'm a dork when I fish sometimes by the way, and I record everything.

 

Watch for the bird grabbing one of our released fish. I also hooked a sand crab   We're going to do our Perch Shootout 2020 in a few months and make it a thing