Today, forget it. An ordinary man. An ordinary evening. But it was nice, especially at the end of our stay for me, because I finally sank into the concentrated pleasure of working a Senko slowly, back in that far corner a second time, after I had told my wife we would leave in five minutes, she complaining about the chill, so I couldn't stay as long as I might have, had I been alone. I let that go without any tugging complaint, because you have to strike a deal.
I did catch a little bass less than nine inches in that far corner before we walked out. In the close corner, I missed a strike from another small fish, and then missed a solid bump from another little one immediately after I caught the bass.
You see the calm in the photo. Lots of hatching mayflies led a lot of little forage fish to the surface, some of them sunnies. Not sure otherwise. But when I see sunfish active like this, I tend to deduce from experience that bass aren't. Back when I fished Mount Hope pond a lot, when sunfish played with the worm, the general rule meant bass didn't. No sunfish touched my Senko today, but they sure slurped bugs.
I guess the bass had their heads stuck in the sudden mass of shallow weeds. (That not there less than a week ago.) Or went deep. I fished the Senko a lot as deep as 15 feet.
I must have seen a hundred forage dimple the surface. Clear targets from below in that changing light that advantages bass to see what they can eat. But not a one in all that pond was willing. Not a single bass broke water.
http://littonsfishinglines.blogspot.com/2011/05/round-valley-of-sun.html
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