One section of the pond was about 2 -3 feet deep; we started here. Minnows make the trip worthwhile. Every cast close to fish was a takedown and if you play your cards right, also a fish. Nothing too big in this area, biggest was about a pound. Well I was rigged up and ready to go so I caught fish after fish on my panfish set up with a slip bobber rig on 6 lb test. I use 6 lb test because you never know when you will incidentally get into something bigger.
We hiked out to a flat area where the water was a bit deeper. With only small fish swimming around, Charles hiked to the other side of the pond and I stayed on one bank slaying small fish. At this point I was tired of getting them with minnows so I started using lures. Grubs also worked on them as did my green and silver cast master.
|Gotta do the selfie|
|Healthy fish in this pond|
I figured it might still be hanging around so I tossed it in a weeded area and then luck brought the mammoth fish right back to me. I saw him swim up to the minnow, inhale it and keep moving. I waited to make sure he ate the minnow down so I waited a second before setting my hook. Then, with my rod tip low I took a hard swing in the opposite direction of the fish, and hooked him hard. At this point he freaked out and took off peeling line. I reeled and he peeled but I was on top of the mound so I slid down right next to the bank making sure to keep the bend in my rod. He peeled and stopped and I prepared myself to lip this bad boy and celebrate. And then I did something stupid that made me kick myself (even as I write this and probably forever. My drag sounded a little loose and the fish seemed all tired so for some reason I tightened the drag up except I didn’t tighten a little bit, I tightened it a lot. I’m used to muscling these big fish in at the end but I usually bass fish with 10 lb test. So what do you know, the fish makes one last hard run and snaps my 6lb test.
I cussed at the top of my lungs and for at least a minute. I couldn’t even fish after that. I just scanned the water in hopes that he would come back but nothing. My luck was gone for the day. It snapped like the 6 lb test line on my panfish rod. With that we finished up with a good amount of fish and one more sighting of the “Great White Buffalo!” (For those of you who haven’t watched the movie hot tub time machine: the one that got away.)
Total Fish: 13 Largemouth Bass
** This total puts me at over 200 fish this year.