Went fishing for a bit at THE PLACE WHOSE NAME CANNOT BE SPOKEN. A wonderful 75 degrees after ice covering everything three weeks ago. Usually here the question is not will I catch fish but how big and how many. Today the answers were not very and alot. Most fish were around a half pound to a bit over a pound but hit a spinnerbait or a plastic worm often enough that I quicky lost track of the numbers.
A pair of does slipped out of the woods and across the end of the pond. One doe snuck back to look at me before prancing off.
The best fish of the day was clearly a big panfish that ate a six inch plastic worm.
A typical great trip to THE PLACE WHOSE NAME CANNOT BE SPOKEN.
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