mmm, dinnerBummer way to start the weekend... my striper fishing charter was canceled due to 4-5 ft. seas. I had been looking forward to that trip for 2 months, plus I would be fishing with new buddies from work, I was excited about that too. So what is a man to do? Enter the internet...
Its nice to find another fishing hole not too far from your homestead. I found a VDGIF stocked trout lake within 30 minutes of our place. Its small, 2 acres, but almost three weeks after a stocking its still full of little trout. My first day there spoiled me. Friday seemed like a miserable day; cold, windy, cloudy, threatening rain (always a great day to trout fish) drove out and took a look at the lake, picked the spot I thought looked the best (even though it was on the opposite side of the lake from other two guys fishing). I must have been right, I was amazed to have my first trout in less than 10 minutes at that exact spot. The creel limit was 4, and I was at 3 before I knew it, so I released the next two and kept the 6th fish I caught since it was the biggest yet (not quite 10 inches). I laughed out loud, picked up my trout and went back to the car. I checked the clock - I had been fishing for an hour and twenty minutes. I have never had a day of trout fishing be so successful, esp. at a new spot.
I went back on Sunday for about 2.5 hours and only caught one, but there were already 3 people in my hot spot, I guess I'm not the only one who knows its there. Oh I did land 3 bluegill, which if I wasn't trout fishing, would have been a good thing. They do fight hard on an ultralight rod.
Today I got home about 45 minutes before dark and looked outside; cold, overcast, falling barometer. My light action and ultralight were already in the car with my trout fishing stuff, and I knew my other freshwater tackle bag was in the car.... the wheels started spinning in my head and the next thing I knew I was putting on my boots, 5 minutes later I pulled up to my neighborhood lake (one of 4 actually, but the only one I have fished). I fished for 45 minutes, and spent [part of that time talking to a catfisherman who has been pulling in 1.5-5.5 lb channel cats every night for the last 4 weeks. Hmmm, did you hear that Matt?
I caught a nice .75 lb bass on my second cast (no shit), and before I left I had landed two more, one a little heavier. Three bass, 45 minutes, and I wasn't even planning on fishing today. Huh, life ain't so bad, is it?
Its nice to find another fishing hole not too far from your homestead. I found a VDGIF stocked trout lake within 30 minutes of our place. Its small, 2 acres, but almost three weeks after a stocking its still full of little trout. My first day there spoiled me. Friday seemed like a miserable day; cold, windy, cloudy, threatening rain (always a great day to trout fish) drove out and took a look at the lake, picked the spot I thought looked the best (even though it was on the opposite side of the lake from other two guys fishing). I must have been right, I was amazed to have my first trout in less than 10 minutes at that exact spot. The creel limit was 4, and I was at 3 before I knew it, so I released the next two and kept the 6th fish I caught since it was the biggest yet (not quite 10 inches). I laughed out loud, picked up my trout and went back to the car. I checked the clock - I had been fishing for an hour and twenty minutes. I have never had a day of trout fishing be so successful, esp. at a new spot.
I went back on Sunday for about 2.5 hours and only caught one, but there were already 3 people in my hot spot, I guess I'm not the only one who knows its there. Oh I did land 3 bluegill, which if I wasn't trout fishing, would have been a good thing. They do fight hard on an ultralight rod.
Today I got home about 45 minutes before dark and looked outside; cold, overcast, falling barometer. My light action and ultralight were already in the car with my trout fishing stuff, and I knew my other freshwater tackle bag was in the car.... the wheels started spinning in my head and the next thing I knew I was putting on my boots, 5 minutes later I pulled up to my neighborhood lake (one of 4 actually, but the only one I have fished). I fished for 45 minutes, and spent [part of that time talking to a catfisherman who has been pulling in 1.5-5.5 lb channel cats every night for the last 4 weeks. Hmmm, did you hear that Matt?
I caught a nice .75 lb bass on my second cast (no shit), and before I left I had landed two more, one a little heavier. Three bass, 45 minutes, and I wasn't even planning on fishing today. Huh, life ain't so bad, is it?
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