*Are you frightened, child?*
*Not even a little nervous?*
*No, this is fun, besides we practiced.*
One of Lily:s fans, Drew, with a supportive hug and wish for good luck.
That:s the shy one on the right, but she did so good tonight and it was a lot of fun. That many kids, who just started band this year, I brought Aleve, just in case, but I didm:t need it. They were amazing, and my Drew was so well behaved.
We interrupt this warm family night with some pinching and screaming.
Lily loves the blue gill. She asked to do this during the heat of the day, and I usually fish closer to night or at night, mainly because Meegan does:t get off work till 7, but it is also very peaceful. The other night I fished late and was only able to get one bass, but I noticed a lot of explosions about an hour after Lily and I arrived. Apparently the peak feeding times has shifted to earlier in the afternoon.
What a beautiful sight, and after Lily saw me catch two bass, she wanted in on the action.
All of the bass that afternoon were taken on a Yamamoto Senko, texas rigged without a weight.
Some of the bite were very slow the night before and it seemed like I got dropped a few times.
She has become a pro at removing the hook, and enjoys a good case of trophy thumb.
This is as big as they got though, and the real crazy action was out of reach. You could see groups of 3 to 4 bass coming out of the water on the same bait pods. I miss my kayak.
Something big did come through the pads though, as Lily and I both witnessed, first a blue gill, and then a small bass land on top of the pads as they were being chased. That gets the blood boiling, but I could:t hook up with the culprit.
Drew got a nice pic of a hawk on the way home from the store.
Another finesse bass, this time on Robo worm in Bold Bluegill. I tried a spinner that night, and tried and tried, but then I switched to the finesse to finally take this guy. There was lots of baitfish in the water, but no blow ups, just still and frustrating. I had cast so many times that I was disconnected from what I was doing. I was no longer anticipating a hit, and so when I got my first one, it woke me up. It turned out to be some skimmers that flew through my line. Oh well.