Saturday, June 13, 2015
We began at Sharp's Rock and drifted at about a 45-degree angle back into the condos. I've heard that softly sloping drop-off where Bertrand's Island Amusement Park used to thrive on days like this is good fishing, and we did mark fish on the graph.
In Davis Cove, I caught a crappie. Joe tied on a jig and fished that for a short time. Otherwise, all day we fished herring. I caught a white perch, also, at the end of a drift from Nolan's Point right to about where weeds begin across Great Cove.
I would have fished closer to the drops, closer to shore, the points, shelves. But not only have Joe and his brother Jimmy caught hybrid striped bass mid-lake from June through August--if not right out in the middle, well out from the bottom edges of drop-offs--I've seen the fish out there in July. My son and I once fished Pickerel Point in about 35 feet of water, casting into about 25 feet and allowing un-weighted herring to suspend over wherever the oxygen line ends everything in the summer. I heard a sound like horse hooves on concrete, swung around and saw hybrids busting herring right at the surface, way out there far beyond casting range.
So I had some faith in what we did, but it yielded not a hit from a hybrid. Fishing two rods apiece, the three of us set herring from 12-25-feet deep in the water column, weighted by egg sinkers, and let one of the rods present an un-weighted herring at the surface. Last I fished with Joe, Jimmy came along also, and though we fished on the drop in late September, the hybrid we caught (I lost a real big one), hit an un-weighted herring swimming over about 30 feet of water.
Come October, we'll surely get them. My son and I never get skunked. And it's not only Joe & Jimmy's word that that's when the hybrids come in and hug the drop-off's of points and shelves, where--for whatever reason--herring bunch that time of year. Lots of people know this and it's been written about by some. My son and I have been on the bass for years.
I felt today as if held in suspense. After Sharp's Rock, I felt we'd never get a hit, but also that if we did, then I'd get a direct glimpse into another way of fishing hybrids Joe & Jimmy have succeeded at, the possibility I saw with my son that day in July.
Monday, June 8, 2015
Fred and I fished Lake Theresa during our annual Boy Scout end-of-the-year party, a private pond of 15 acres or so. We nailed bass after bass near the spillway, one of mine nearly two pounds put right back, a bleeder. Fred lost a good one, seemed a better bass than mine.
For all that, action compared a little slow to previous years. Five or six kids, not Scouts, drove up, parked, fished, and got busted by police. Pity them. Made me wonder if fishing pressure has increased. Perhaps detritus from weeds is choking out the population. Fred mentioned dredging, wondered if it will ever get done. The shallow flat is shallower than used to be, and this year the weeds are a lot thicker, despite the late spring. This month of June has felt more like late April so far, except for temperatures well into the 70's today.
Who knows, maybe people are fertilizing lawns more than less.
Fished Senko-style worms near the dam. That was my natural choice after losing a bass of at least three pounds in deeper water last year, but with light diminishing, barometer falling with the storm approaching, bass surely would have slammed topwater plugs, at least those bass in shallower water. The pond has normal clarity. Not stained, not very clear. I had a look with my son about 10 or 12 years ago and it seemed a lot clearer then. We saw bass seemingly everywhere, though of course we didn't dare fish.
After dinner and speeches, the storm blowing through quickly just as we cleaned and packed up, we fished surface lures on the flat and caught nothing. Bass and even a pickerel have always been active and with the stormy weather, expected, but seemingly just not present.
I took out my tripod and got the shot below in low light. I could have exposed the pixels more in Shop, but toned it down, approximately as evening fell.