The bass forecast called for a slow day, but when one of my girls wants to go fishing with me, well, I don't pass up on the opportunity. There was supposed to be a small feeding time around 1pm, but it was 10:30 am and we found ourself casting to a wall at Secret Lake. Drew did manage to hook up here and fought a fish for a few seconds before he threw her off. This was on VMC Rugby head with a Big Bite Baits creature.
They do rent kayaks here and I think this would be the way to approach it. In one of the three lakes, that the park borders on, you did have access to deeper water from the shore, on the west side, but there was a bit of a feeding frenzy occurring much further out, to the north side of the lake. She did manage to hook up off the dock though, but cover was a ways away. The other lake, North Triplet lake was shallow on the available side, but there were a lot of people launching kayaks on that side.
Secret Lake Park is very well kept though and there were a lot of nice birds and I believe the canal system connects all the way to Lake Jessup. I think I will rent a kayak next time and explore the other lakes. The south lake looked like great top water and bedding opportunities.
So we left Secret Lake, grabbed her a strawberry banana smoothie from WAWA and headed to the Roost. She still had yet to whine about going home, and it was an hour before 1 0clock rolled around and I missed my first hit. I tell you what, I told her, if you catch a fish before I do, we can call it quits and go home. She jumped down from the wall she was playing on and got really serious. Fortunately I caught a bass first on the same craw, but I told her if she catches one, she can call it. She rummaged through my bag and found a stick bait, and then she started really working the pads.
Oh no, I see a bent rod, and so my day is probably over, but after she caught that one she wanted to stay a little longer.
And glad she did, I'm so proud. They are so much easier to teach when they are separate, but as soon as we got home big sister had to rub it in that she watched the last Hunger Games without her. Oh the horror, that sweet little face of a bass fishing angel, fell from the heavens and in to a fiery tantrum. I did say I was proud of her earlier, well, I guess we will always have that afternoon at the Roost.
I went back out with Drew's rod as the sun was starting to dip by the condo, and picked up a couple more bass on her stick bait. As I was doing this I started noticing the bait fish boiling on the top, and so I went back for my crank bait rod and a slash bait.
I love having a crank bait rod again, what a blast, and I've always preferred using the slash baits on them too, as long as they aren't too light. I'm not sure how this poor guy got double hooked in the side, but I caught him and another bass coming over a point that the wind was blowing against.
Drew came out to tell me to come inside, but then decided to take a few cast.
Six more bass and my first crappie in this lake, what a day!
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.