Wham! bam! thank ya Ma'am...

After receiving texts from my buddy Frank holding several fish it was just too much. I had to run down to the river if only for an hour. Pretty glad I did. She jumped completely out of the water three times. Then she finally came up to jump right on the bank and I slid her right out on the gravel. Quick pic and thirty seconds later she was back on her way.
On a brown Coomer three inch grub in shallow fast water.

What just happened????

Not sure what happened with this photo. There was actually a pretty distinctive bridge in the background but somehow it ended up looking like this....
Did a bit of deer scouting and stopped for a bit. On the first riffle up a smaller, slightly clearer stream from a larger stream that was an absolute muddy mess. On a curly shad on a 1/4 ounce jig head. What a pulling machine, thought for a bit it was a shovelhead or a pure striper. Fished the place to death for two more hours without a bite but I'm happy just the same.

old age...

I guess it's true what they say about getting old, It's only been a little while and I already can't remember where I caught her at :)

rainy monday

Did some fishing in the rain this evening. The river rose about five inches while I was fishing so I imagine things are going to look different tomorrow. Tonight's fish were shallow. Shockingly shallow. The best fish of the night hit in a tiny pocket of maybe foot deep water smack dab in the middle of ankle deep very fast water. Everything I caught was in about a foot of fast water. On some probably thirty year old Vic Coomer grubs my dad had stuck in his old tackle box.

more hybrid action

It really is amazing how hard these things pull, especially like this morning when they are doing it in a fast moving riffle. On a curly shad on a 1/4 ounce jighead right after daylight.

Good days and bad days...

I've taken a few short trips the last three days so I thought I'd lump them all together in one fishing report. First trip was pretty much a bust, new spot, less than an hour, one ten inch bass, nuff said. The next day was pretty action packed though all the fish were small. A few bass and about 15 white bass and little hybrids where a creek mouth entered the river. The two biggest fish of the day were probably a couple skipjack that hammered a grub and then did what skipjacks do which is do cartwheels in the air. What a shame these things don't get to weigh ten pounds. Then today, (the autumnal equinox BTW) a couple decent hybrids on a curly shad on the next riffle up from where I caught all the little fish the day before.