Work was busy, but you spend so much time there that the guys become an extended family. When I got home the girls were riding the zike and Ripstick they got for Christmas. I:m not sure where Drew gets that balance for that; it is not something I have for myself. There were four wheels on my skate board as a kid and she can best me with just two.
Any video thats more than a few seconds, seems to take forever to load on YOutube, and though I could not get the two longer ones up, this one finally finished after about 25 minutes. This is from Lily:s band real recital at the home of the Spartans.
My best bass for the year. Lily made this folk art large mouth for me, and was able to keep it on the down low until I got home today. I love it! Well, its been a great year, and I thank God for all my adventures, my lovely family and the friendships I could never have imagined. Merry Christmas to Gloria, Frank, Paula, Adele, mom, dad, Ruth, Gerry and all the fisherfolk. Happy New Year, and hope you enjoy the videos.
Well tomorrow is Christmas, and after a long day at work, I decided to head to the Roost. My theory was that the recent rain would put the bass at it:s influent areas. It was dark and the water is also much darker here than in the lake by the house. I tried a dark purple worm, but this is a high pressured lake with lots of light, so I went to a shaky head, with a zoom finesse in Houdini. Since I was working ledges that the bass are patrolling, I didm:t see the lighter color as an issue. and there are lights around, so maybe they would reflect some of the flake. This worked well and as I hopped it along the ledge, on my third retrieve, I felt something like a snag, where I would:t expect one. I set the hook and she fought hard on the lighter line. Every time I thought I could bring toward the shallow water, she buried down again and went deep.
The rain was close by tonight and the bait was stacked where I thought it would be. It wasn:t just because of the flowing water though; there was also a strong wind coming from the west and pushing everything this way. The bass were hitting and a nice gentleman, who stopped to watch me fight, was also kind enough to help me with a picture. I don:t think he was from around here though, not that it matters, but when he asked me if this was a catfish, I could:t help but smile. Very fat fish in here though, but on my next cast I heard something go kerplunk at my feet. I thought I was reaping the product of my laziness for not tying a new knot after thinking that would be the right thing to do following each of my last two fish. As I went to reel in what I thought would be empty line, something didn:t feel quite right.
It was the handle from my Quatum Smoke, and it was like losing a dear friend, but at least her last few fish were good ones. I can:t cry too much, because she has taken many bass over 4 pounds, red fish, sea trout, blues and flounder. My girls heard from someone that it takes big lures to catch big bass, but I have showed them time and again, that there are times of the year especially during periods of spring when the water is loaded with fry, and in the fall when they are aggressively feeding on small shad and or other pelagic fish, that small works best. I love to catch bass, and it is a pleasure to take schoolies on light line, but it is epic when a big one nails your rooster tail or drop shot. This was a lot of fun on the shaky head tonight as well.
Well the rain came, just like it threatened, and they did not seem interested in the larger baits I had on my other rod. This worm is about 4.5 to 5 inches and the finesse head is 1/16 of an ounce. I think the hopping action with the weight helped, but I was out of bullet weights so I could not experiment with this on my other rod and larger senkos. Well good luck fishing, and may God bless you and your loved ones this Christmas. Merry Christmas from our house to yours, Calvin *Cheese Grits* Yerke.
*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.
The reason for the season has become the stumbling block of the masses. He is occasion for back peddling and a kind of silliness I had not seen before. If you don't believe in God, then it is just a story about a child in a manger, a baby born to save the world from sin. A young girl, who must have read the prophet Isaiah, and in 7:14, where he says, "Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel." You could say she read this, and being pregnant out of wedlock, decided to attach herself to this prophecy. Then this same girl taught her son the word of God, at a level superior to the priests of that time. She then proceeded to educate him in the business of miracles, and of course ultimately his sacrifice, to stick to the prophecies of Isaiah 53: "Who has believed our message
If its just a story, just a doll in a manger, some songs about a hero that made a group of people have hope a long, long time ago, then why is everyone so offended? Why do I hear people running around screaming about separation of church and state without the understanding that the same people who wrote this and many coming to our shores, were fleeing religious persecution. The pilgrims were sinners that had found the God of the Bible, normal men and women who still struggled as they sought to understand the world differently. We would say the pledge of allegiance when I was a child, "one nation under God," and yet those writers included "liberty and justice for all." There was tolerance of the belief of others written into this, and yet if I claim to be a Christian, it must go way beyond tolerance. I am told to love you, even if you hate me. A nation that worships political correctness worships dishonesty. It can no longer give an accurate portrayal of its history, origin or freedoms. I love my country, but it is changing rapidly. When asked to say if something is right or wrong, we back peddle again. When my daughter's band goes to play a song, the teacher feels the need to explain to the audience that it is not a Christmas song, lest anyone be offended. Well, I am offended, at how unbelievably ridiculous we've become. A story about the Creator of the universe, extending Himself to those who are lost. The story of a people who could not seem to save themselves, and so required this sacrifice of mercy. Yea, we don't need anything like that.
The virgin birth
God in a Manger
Fullness of God
The Anhinga warned me to stay away, but I persisted and he flew off. He was replaced by a beautiful Great Blue Heron. I saw one of these birds, at a park in Leesburg, consume a dead gallinule, and I have witnessed another choke down a turtle. Very robust creatures, and beautiful to watch, so much poise.
Poor fellow, he just wants to dry his wings, but I want a picture, and there is just no way to explain this to him. A very clear sky, the water is much colder and I can now see that I was approaching the shad issue from the wrong direction. In the still water, I can see the little fish the bass were chasing and they are a pelagic, but the cold has driven them in to the shallows. They would usually not come this close till night. They act very much like thread fin shad, boiling at the surface, but the bass seem silent.
All these fish in shallow water have drawn the birds. It is amazing how small a window they function in, to catch a fish. They have to move with reeds, remain so still and strike so fast. They have to compensate for light refraction, a fish is never quite where I see it. These birds manage this well.
Lily found the hawk today, and hopefully he does not find Pickles. We have been through that before.
I attempted a picture of the schooling fish that the bass are feeding on and gently tried to get this guy to regurgitate a few for me, but with no success. I am guessing it is the same fish at Crane's Roost as it is in my lake. The biggest ones I've seen so far, are no more than 3 inches, and I don't have anything on me to imitate it. My default jigs and spinners are white, and while these work well in lakes with shad fixed bass, they have not produced for me here. It looks like a long, slender minnow, with a dark line down the middle. From the dock they remind me of emerald shiners. It's of course ideal to be able to mimic color and pattern, especially with something so prominent as the dark line, but I believe size and profile to be just as much of an issue in this instance.
Since I don't have anything to match the overall look of the fish, and since they are no longer taking Senkos, I decided to try a 1/16 ounce finesse jig head, I got on sale at Bitters and some greenie weanies. No luck, so I went to a darker color and threw some watermelon/purple jiggy sticks. These worms are about 5 inches long, and with such a light jig, it is a delicate approach. The bass are not feeding like they were in days past, even though there are large pods of bait both in the shallows and mid lake. I do see some activity over open water, but not in range. I look at the minnows that are jumping again, and they are small, so I pull out a drop shot worm that is more a translucent white and purple. It is about 5 inches, so I trim off an inch and a half. I cast it as parallel to the bank as I can, and near the bait schools. Finally, after 2 hours of experimenting, I get my first bass. Another gentleman is casting a crank bait and has made it all the way around the lake without a hit. The bait fish schools in the shallows are relatively unmolested, and it is slow fishing, but I now have some confidence, and as I work my way back to the car, I catch a bigger one and then the smallest bass I have caught in this lake to date. Three bass in three hours, definitely not one of those days where you say we slayed them, but those you remember mostly for the day. The hard earned ones, where you have to reach a little deeper, that's when I remember each fish. So, was it the size, the presentation, persistence, or just dumb luck. Well, this I can tell you, when its hard, I often go small and when there is a lot of pressure on the fish I will revert to finesse and modify my lures. I love to fish.
Jingle bells, Lily:s feet smell; you should have warn socks today
Daddy caught bass, but not too fast, and the bigger one got away. Bitter:s June bug red trick worm.
All of the other reindeer use to laugh and call her names, they never let poor Drewdolph join in any reindeer games. Maybe cause you:re not really a rein deer, Drew.
Quack Quack Quack to the sound of Jingle Bells.
The girls will talk to any body.
Florida snow man, very rare.
Bah hum bug.
Are these candy canes ripe yet? That:s the way I use to keep them from eating all the candy canes on the tree. It worked for several years, but then they figured it out. Parents, always having to upgrade their creative tools.
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea. Now on tour in Altamonte Springs.
Ah, little kids and alligators, it warms the heart.
Who:s a good reindeer? No Drew, not you.
Oh come on!
And a gallinule in the reeds. On the second day of Christmas….yada yada yada yada. She is probably too big for Bass to feed on, but their babies disappear quickly each spring, and I think bass are often the culprits.
*Don:t worry Calvin, I caught one for both of us.* Oh, that:s wonderful. The fish in here were feeding voraciously, and usually you would think that:s a good thing, but the problem tonight wash:t that they were too far away. They were actually crashing shad right at our feet. It is a problem we have solved at other times in other lakes, but not the two lakes I fish now. There were some whales in here blowing up on bait that night too, so it definitely merits more consideration. We could:t pull one off the shad so Peter went with a small brush hog over by the Lilies and pulled up this chunker. Nice fish.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.