I went out to the lake again over my lunch hour, a
type of obsessive behavior according to a few folks.
The crappie are not in any more. Very few are being
caught in less than twelve feet of water.
I decided that it was time to try for some gills. It
seemed the best place to do this would be on a flat
that slopes from about one foot of water to 6 feet
of water in about thirty-five feet. With the full
moon coming up I hoped that the gills might be on
Tied on a Skip Morris Panfish fly with red and yellow
marabou for the wing. Cast it out about fifteen feet
and let it settle. A nice gill came up and hit it.
That was the start of the fun. I caught a gill on
almost every cast. My lack of skill, at times, caused
me to strike too fast and I missed several when I pull
the hook away too soon. When I did this I usually pulled
the fly in too close and had to cast again.
It was great fun as I was the only one catching fish
this fast. A few folks were using worms and a couple
were using spinners or tube jigs. The main problem was
that I think I hit a honey hole.
I had one guy move close to me and cast into the area I
was fishing. Stuff like this irritates me to no end. I
decided to cast near his bobber. My usual response is
to move. I do tell the people that I only move one time
and after that throw people in the pond if they want
the fish that bad.
I have done it three times this year. But for this guy
I made an exception.
The fly had no more than hit the water and a gill swirled
on it. I paused to let the line tighten and then set the
hook. It was a nice fat eleven inch female bluegill. I
caught fish on the next four casts also all within a
foot of his bobber. He was ticked because I was catching
'his' fish. I looked one over and told him that I could not
find his name on it. I also told him that he butted in
where I was fishing and that it was a rude thing to do.
I then moved about thirty feet and started casting again.
I was getting several taps but just not connecting. Decided
it was time to downsize. I tied on a size 12 marabou leech
(marabou fibers tied on for tail and then palmer up the hook,
then palmer the thread over the marabou, small bead head on
this fly). Cast it out and hooked a 12 inch bass. Caught
bass on the next four casts also.
The next thing I knew this character was shoving me to
get out of the way because he wanted to catch the bass.
I calmly moved all of my stuff out of the way, and then
shoved him into the lake so he could get the fish. He
went into a hole that is about five feet deep. He got
completely soaked and dropped his fishing pole. He had
to go back in to get it. With the wind blowing about 10
mph, it was fairly cold being wet.
He wanted to know why I did that and I told him I was a
man of my word. If you crowd me a second time, you go
swimming. I did pick my stuff up and head back to the
office. The fun was taken out of fishing at that time
because it was not the best reaction to make. At times
I still have a hard time walking away.
This is the reason that I usually go to farm ponds to fish.
I don't have to put up with rude folks.
Hope you don't meet any people like this guy and that
you can get out on the water. ~ Rick