NOTE: This is from last summer (July). I had posted it over on the, now closed, PNWfishing.net site we had running for a while. I didn't feel like banishing it to the land of internet ghosts, so I'm reposting here. Not particularly timely, but perhaps it's nice to think about warm fishing days in the cold dreary winter.
Went to check out a little lake I'd never fished before but that I had heard had eager, if small, bass. I've got a young relative visiting soon who would like to go fishing. Being young and not jaded, he's not picky about what he catches.
The bass were small as advertised. But sadly, not so numerous as to make up for their size. It's one thing to take a kid somewhere and catch a bunch of small fish. It's another to spend all morning just catching a few small ones. So I'll probably skip this one for his visit. I might go back again myself sometime just to see if perhaps on a different day things would be more active.
But the lake was beautiful and quiet. No gas motors. Caught a few on on poppers with the fly rod and a few on senkos with the spinning rod. There was a summer camp at the other end of the lake and it was enjoyable to listen to the bugle sounding reveille and all the kids doing their cabin/team chants and games before breakfast. Took me back to some good childhood memories.
Went to check out a little lake I'd never fished before but that I had heard had eager, if small, bass. I've got a young relative visiting soon who would like to go fishing. Being young and not jaded, he's not picky about what he catches.
The bass were small as advertised. But sadly, not so numerous as to make up for their size. It's one thing to take a kid somewhere and catch a bunch of small fish. It's another to spend all morning just catching a few small ones. So I'll probably skip this one for his visit. I might go back again myself sometime just to see if perhaps on a different day things would be more active.
But the lake was beautiful and quiet. No gas motors. Caught a few on on poppers with the fly rod and a few on senkos with the spinning rod. There was a summer camp at the other end of the lake and it was enjoyable to listen to the bugle sounding reveille and all the kids doing their cabin/team chants and games before breakfast. Took me back to some good childhood memories.
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