In case you were trapped inside and wondering – yes, the fish were biting during yesterday’s warm afternoon.
I figured it was my professional duty to find out since so many people would be wondering. OK, so maybe I had a bit of writer’s-block and was looking for any excuse to head to the country.
Except for some ice-fishing it was my first fishing trip of the year. Had you seen me in action you’d have quickly realized that fact, too.
My fly line and my casting were both stiff and prone to snagging. Hank was also out of our usual fishing rhythm, trotting right through a loop of fly line. It took a few seconds go get one of his paws un-lassoed.
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It took a few minutes before I believed a cast had a chance of catching a fish from a friend’s small pond near Newton.
I was casting a white and yellow buck tail Clouser with a slight weight on the head. (That’s the fly-fishing version of a simple jig.)
Several of my casts brought tiny bits of moss or weeds. When one of those clumps felt particularly heavy and pulled a bit I set the hook and a short fight was on. In such cold water the two-pound bass didn’t put up much of a fight.
The 14-inch crappie that came a few casts later didn’t, either.
I was kind enough to shoot a cell phone photo of each fish and send them to a few friends and family members.
No need to leave them wandering as they stared from the windows where they worked.