I had one more good look at the fish, before I dropped my net into the water and watched as it swam slowly out of sight. A few more fish were caught with the same technique before I figured I should push on. I looked around, trying to find a spot to head to. The problem was, there was so much to fish and so little time.
I made my way to the opposite end of the pond and, on the way, let my line troll along as I kicked. A sudden jolt caused me to set the hook, and as the fish came into sight I saw the red stripe of a rainbow trout. The fish was easily over twenty inches, and I was excited to get it to the net. The fish was only inches from my net when it turned and spit my hook. I forcefully whipped my fly rod in a circle so that my fly would hit the water with force!
“Damn!” I yelled, as my fly smacked the water.
Though I had lost my only rainbow of the day, the #3 sinking line was certainly the right way to go with the bass fishing.
Bass after bass made for a fun evening! The sixteen-inch bass I was bringing in were babies compared to the big ones. I was indeed spoiled to be fishing here.
The day was ending far too fast, and I could only see one other angler near the take out. Stubborn, I remained as far away as I could from the take out, and the bass fishing was only getting better!
I continued fishing and was completely unaware that Jerry Troy had driven John over to my side of the pond to pick me up.
“It’s time to go.” John said politely, knowing that was not what I wanted to hear.
“First one on the water, last one off.” He said to me, as my casting became faster and faster while I kicked into shore.
“How did you guys do?” I asked, as John pulled my float tube out of the water. John just smiled, and with a half dazed look said, “Really, really good.”
“Any rainbows?” I asked.
Jerry pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of a 23 inch rainbow that dwarfed his net, making it look like it was made for a fish tank.
"That’s a nice fish, Jerry!” I said, as we drove back to gear down.
I ran into Wess and he also had a fantastic evening.
“It seemed like the further away we got from the bank, the bigger the fish got.” He said with a smile.
“Can you imagine what this is going to fish like in a few weeks, after it gets a little warmer?” I said to John, who was all packed up.
“You mean during the event?” John asked rhetorically, shutting his tailgate. “It’s going to be goooood, Erik. God bless it, it’s going to be good!”
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