The grind has got me like a noose. The real world has taken priority position over fishing as of late, but it's all good. Mother Nature has been feeding us a steady diet of record-low temps and ridiculous wind storms, so I haven't missed much. I expect the fishing will ramp up into overdrive in about three weeks, however.
|Zombie Muskie Carcass|
The past couple of weeks have afforded some tiger muskie recon (they're still not quite on the feed) and a "long lunch" outing on a local river.
I searched for carp on the flats today, but back-to-back cold fronts have pushed them down into the deep. Instead, I threw crawdad and bugger patterns across rockpiles to target smallies.
It was good to get out, if only for a little while. An hour or two on the river is always good for the head.
Just before my lunch outing came to a close, I watched a large bronze blaze inhale my crawdad pattern and I prepared to battle a massive bass. My huge smallie, however, soon revealed itself to be a large post-spawn male rainbow trout.
This is ironic, as I specifically chose to fish a big river today to avoid disturbing 'bows in the spawning tribs.
This guy was chillin' on a rockpile with a few smallies in about 10 feet of water. He was healthy and wicked strong.
Normally, I'd feel great about landing a beautiful two-foot 'bow, but not today.
Given the timing, it just didn't feel right.