It's definitely Spring, and there are several broods of baby Mallards at my work, to illustrate the point. They are definitely a sign of the season, but along with the frogs and snakes, they also make a good argument for throwing top water. My wife and kids don't believe that bass and baby ducks should share the same sentences, but I think the bass look at them much differently. When I was a kid we had a male and a female Mallard named Abraham and Sarah; they were great, better than watch dogs, and the meter man was terrified of them. The only problem was the poop on the deck; you had to wash it off daily.
This mama and her little group of ducklings were at my work. Sometimes we get called out because they get in places they shouldn't be, but you can't just remove them. I have to call one of the team members, who holds a Mallard permit, and they move the ducks to a safer body of water.
Mallards aren't the only birds around our Florida shorelines though, and if you look at some of the color variation that top water lure manufactures offer, they look more like birds than frogs.
I dropped off Lily at school and stopped by the Roost on the way home. I have never seen it this low and bass tend to follow the water levels. My chest is still a bit congested so I didn't stay long, but managed one across the street.
No monsters, but he pretended he was when he hit this Bitter's sling in Red Bug. And then I flew off to run some errands.
Saturday was pretty awesome and it called for a peak time in the middle of the day. We fished some neighborhood ponds at my buddy Matt's house, but with the lack of cover and the burning sun, I think the solar peaks would have been better. It didn't occur to me to take sun screen, and I am now paying the price. My neck is blood red and after about 11 hits and 7 landed fish, I was the delicate eastern flower leaving my little brother and the kid from Maine to finish off the lakes.
The bass were really clean in here and bright. The first of the man made lakes didn't seem to offer much in the way of depth, transition or cover. There were a few slight bottle necks, and I had changed out the back hook on my natural bream, to a red treble, since I thought this would be good on the sand bottom. Apparently I had somehow looped the line and when I went to cast, the lure went all the way across the lake, but without the line. Oh well, so I tried a swim bait, and through my polarized glasses, I could watch them follow and sometimes in pairs but they wouldn't commit. There were also a lot of minnows, some of the silversides, guppies, hundreds of plecos and Tilapia. I linked the plecos to a sight where a gentleman hunts and eats these invasives, but I should add that they are hard on a filet knife and I tried one with my brother once, he liked it and me not so much. It was not the poor man's lobster that I had described to me.
The second lake was in a much more natural setting, and I was able to locate a slight weed hump towards the middle. I missed the first fish, but then took the second. My brother was using some rooster tails, and every time I looked over his rod was bent. If he caught 20 then he probable caught 30. It was ridiculous. The lure size didn't keep him from getting some of the bigger strikes, although we were unable to land anything over 3 pounds. At one point he hooked a large blue gill and had a 5 to six pound bass try to take it off the line. That was fun to watch.
I witnessed the TheTroutGames catch his first Florida Strain Large mouth. Ah the mile stones, they grow up so fast, it seems like only yesterday he was calling them lodge mouth with that Maine accent of his. Shaun had a very productive day on a variety of lures, including a floating Rapala, a grub and jig and even a Mirrolure. I think he had his limit before I baled on them and took 5 more on the way back to the car. I stopped to soak my t shirt on the way to the car, and it was dry by the time I sat down. Then I drank three bottled waters, but still didn't have to pee till hours later. I guess the public service announcement is cover up, and I think I will be getting one of those neck guards and some sun screen before my next mid day. Sun poisoning stinks especially when you are just getting over the crud.
I took some on Bitter's slings in Okee Candy Red and Green Pumpkin red, and the rest I took with my crank bait rod using my brother's favorite lipless, a Stike King, KVD, chartreuse sexy shad. Great bait, it cast a mile and the only draw back for me was that the least amount of weed fouls the retrieve. A beautiful day and I love these neighborhood and golf course ponds that are all over the State. The bass, probably from lack of cover and very little water depth, seem to orient well to the shore. They will crash minnows at your feet and a lot of our hits came right against the bank.
Pete took some more on a Jackall Super Crosstail in Bluegill. That is one of my favorite baits to use on a drop shot. Since it was pretty shallow here and sand bottomed, he rigged it on a Shaky head.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.