“They’re chasing it!” She yelled over to me happily. Though it looked like she was having fun playing with the bluegill, we decided to head out in search of another pond.
The water was super clear at the new pond, and we could see the bluegill and bass swarming the bank. We kicked off with our poppers ready!
“Woah!” Gracy yelled, as a bass came up and smacked her popper.
“Awww...” Soon followed, as her fish came unbuttoned.
“You really need to set that hook.” I advised, because she was missing a few good strikes. Determined not to miss another bass, Gracy kept her popper close to the bank, and was ready to set the hook at a moment’s notice.
I had my eye on a pipe stuck out of the water, half submerged. That has to have a bass in it, I thought as I started to cast. My popper landed right where I wanted it to, and with one pop, a bass took!
“Woah!” I said as the bass hit faster than expected, and I wrenched back on the fly rod.
“This is a good one!” I yelled over to Gracy, who was kicking over to me.
“Do you want a picture?” She asked.
“Yeah.” I replied, as I brought in the bass, and held it up for the camera.
Soon after, Gracy was kicking near a fallen tree in the water and sent her popper flying in between the brush.
“You’re getting awfully confident over there...” I said, as her popper came inches from the lower hanging branches.
“Shut up.” She said, not even looking my way; her eyes were on the popper, and it’s a good thing they were. A splash erupted and her pink popper disappeared. In a flash she set the hook, and the fight was on!
“He’s running! He’s running!” She called out, as the bass circled around her.
“Alright!” I yelled to her, getting my camera ready to take a picture.
“Get over here.” Gracy told her bass, that did not want to come in; but at last she got ahold of her fish and held it ever so gingerly for a picture.
From then on we split up, and Gracy was making some accurate casts that could have easily gotten tangled up in the bushes that surrounded the water. Every once in a while I could see her yanking on her fly rod trying to get her popper out of a bush, and she managed to get it out every time. I, on the other hand, really got my popper snagged in a low hanging branch, and ended up losing it in the process. As I was tying on a new fly, I heard Gracy in the distance fighting a fish. I was too far away to take a picture, but she held it up for me to see, and it was a nice fish!
She had switched her fly to a Spiller Diver, and it was paying off.
At one point, I decided to throw a streamer. On my second cast, I ended up catching a fish. With the way it was fighting I thought it was a bass, but when I brought it in close I saw it was a nice sized bluegill.
I soon switched back to a popper, and was catching a few bass as I kicked back to the car. It was getting late, and I promised Gracy we wouldn’t be more than a few hours. I did hook into a nice bass near the end, but my popper came flying out of the water when the bass threw the hook.
“You really need to set that hook...” Gracy said, giving me a matter-of-fact look.
“Quiet over there!” I said back, before we got out and headed home after a great day of fishing with the wife.
The first pond was not the best, so I’ll say you can skip Duff Lane Pond; however, the second pond you will have to discover. Believe me, you will be happy when you do.