If you were paying attention, you probably caught the hints that we were on vacation again. Yeah, we went back to the lake we were at a few weeks ago. We tried to book five nights, but we could only get four nights if we wanted a cabin on the lake. Here's the one we stayed in this time.
Fishing was decidedly unspectacular for most of our stay. We took the boat out a few times and other than losing bait, we never got a bite while in the boat. The only things we caught at all were from the dock. And those weren't keepers. In fact, twice, I caught fish that were tenaciously hanging on to the end of the worm...which was twice their size. Ah, the epic battles.
I mentioned yesterday that the fishing was bad because it was so windy and the lake was seriously roiled up. Last night, just before dark, things calmed down and I thought I'd give it one last try from the dock. Ladies and Gentlemen, I caught me my first large mouth bass...evar! And it was a good one. Lookee here.
As a child, I fished from piers in the ocean, so I was used to catching pampano and other moderately sized salt-water fish. This was my first time catching anything big by lake standards. And this little bastard put up a fight. My little cheapo K-Mart pole bent in half when he took the bait, and then he jumped out of the water drawing a "Holy Shit" from me. I thought I'd lost him for a moment when he just decided to swim without fighting, but when I got him almost reeled in, he started fighting again. I'm just thankful the line didn't snap.
GF told me I shouldn't guestimate weight, 'cause some of you would know better, but I'm pretty sure this is an 85 pounder. Yup, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
BTW, I threw him back. There were already burgers on the grill and neither of us had any interest in cleaning fish last night.