Maybe it'll get lost, but I figured I'd throw up a fishing trip report for yesterday. Fishing is my summer stress buster. One of my few easy to do and cheap hobbies.
Got up at 4:30am yesterday. Weather was perfect, clear and cool. Got to the East Branch reservoir on the Croton River, part of the NYC watershed. Water was like glass, no wind. I commented to my buddy Kevin that the weather was too perfect.
To start off, it was. Caught one white perch in the first hour. Then the sun got up high enough to set up excellent shade lines on the eastern shoreline of our drift. Once I saw those shade lines, I put on my chrome silver/black BigO and the action was immediate. Any cast on the sun/shade border was a winner. Several nice 15-17" smallmouths and largemouths were brought to hand and released. All caught on a variety of deep diving plugs.
As we neared the deep rocky point that marks the turnaround point, the action got ridiculous. First, Kevin hooked what appeared to be a 5 pound largemouth and lost it at the side of the boat. After I put down the landing net, I picked up my rod and cast my BigO to the same spot and hooked a 20-22" smallmouth. The fish was so aggressive that I never got to feel its' weight, after 6 successive power jumps near the boat it got off too.
We drifted a little further, stopped for a shore break for 15 minutes, then went right back to the same point. Amazingly, Kevin hooked another 5 lbs largemouth and lands it. I know it couldn't be the same fish as before, but it sure looks like it. So, after the bass is in the boat, I pick up my rod and cast to exactly the same spot I hooked the big smallmouth before and I proceed to hook an even bigger smallmouth. Of course Kevin's lure is all fouled up in the net, but I managed to play the smally to the side of the boat and grab its' lip.
I didn't have a scale, but we measured that fish and it was a solid 24". That's a very big smallmouth for around here. I was thrilled.
Then, just as soon as it started, the fishing died. Like a switch. It was about 10am and the morning frenzy was over. Great day!
I was back home with the weedwacker by 11:30am. Yardwork seemed easy yesterday.
Got up at 4:30am yesterday. Weather was perfect, clear and cool. Got to the East Branch reservoir on the Croton River, part of the NYC watershed. Water was like glass, no wind. I commented to my buddy Kevin that the weather was too perfect.
To start off, it was. Caught one white perch in the first hour. Then the sun got up high enough to set up excellent shade lines on the eastern shoreline of our drift. Once I saw those shade lines, I put on my chrome silver/black BigO and the action was immediate. Any cast on the sun/shade border was a winner. Several nice 15-17" smallmouths and largemouths were brought to hand and released. All caught on a variety of deep diving plugs.
As we neared the deep rocky point that marks the turnaround point, the action got ridiculous. First, Kevin hooked what appeared to be a 5 pound largemouth and lost it at the side of the boat. After I put down the landing net, I picked up my rod and cast my BigO to the same spot and hooked a 20-22" smallmouth. The fish was so aggressive that I never got to feel its' weight, after 6 successive power jumps near the boat it got off too.
We drifted a little further, stopped for a shore break for 15 minutes, then went right back to the same point. Amazingly, Kevin hooked another 5 lbs largemouth and lands it. I know it couldn't be the same fish as before, but it sure looks like it. So, after the bass is in the boat, I pick up my rod and cast to exactly the same spot I hooked the big smallmouth before and I proceed to hook an even bigger smallmouth. Of course Kevin's lure is all fouled up in the net, but I managed to play the smally to the side of the boat and grab its' lip.
I didn't have a scale, but we measured that fish and it was a solid 24". That's a very big smallmouth for around here. I was thrilled.
Then, just as soon as it started, the fishing died. Like a switch. It was about 10am and the morning frenzy was over. Great day!
I was back home with the weedwacker by 11:30am. Yardwork seemed easy yesterday.