“Really? You’re really going to use that clickbait title? Well, yeah, because it was my best day fishing so far.”
Similar to most weekends, I got up, got ready and headed out the door straight to the store for my blah blah blah. “Wow you really feel the need to tell everyone about you going to the store for your Monster Ultras every morning? No, that’s why I wrote blah, blah, blah.” From Mr. T’s in town, I made a right and drove South. I had scoped out a spot the day before, but didn’t fish it. “Damn there are people hanging out.” I turned around and headed back up the highway looking for a place with no one around. “I guess I’ll go to an old standby. I didn’t see anyone there when I drove by.” I tossed some lures around for a little bit with no success, so decided to call it a morning and head to the store for some breakfast—ribeyes!
After breakfast and basically sitting around reading for a while, for whatever reason, I had this urge to go swimming in the river. I don’t know why, but it just struck me to do it. So, for the first time since I’ve been here, I threw on the swim trunks, water shoes and headed out the door; across the street to old Darby Bridge. “Damn there are a lot of cars here, uggh! I guess I’ll try somewhere else.” As I’ve written before, I am not a fan of being around anyone, so up the road I drove to a place I’ve fished before and knew had some deepish pockets of water.
“Yeah, no, this is too good to pass up and not fish.” I reasoned, since I was in swim trunks and water shoes, I may as well take advantage and go fishing. With my chest rig on and rod in my hand, I slid down the small embankment and into the water. “Ooh that water feels refreshing.” The temperature was hovering in the low nineties, so the cool water was welcome. I tossed the spinning lure around for a while, but had no success. I spotted this old stump that caused a break in the water and formed a nice slow pocket immediately behind it. “I know there’s a fish or two in that hole.” I carefully made my way up to the pool just within pitching distance of the hole. I opened the bail to the reel and held out a length of line with the hand I use to reel. Carefully, I gently pitched the lure into that pocket of water and began jigging the lure while still holding onto the line… FISHON! “Oh damn! I forgot to close the bail before I pitched the lure.” And just like that, as I let go of the line and reached for the reel, the line went slack and I lost the fish. I tried coaxing that fish out of that pocket a few more times, but I knew it was pointless, so moved on.
“Ahh damnit! my lure is snagged. Ugh! I lost another lure.” Yep, try as I may, I couldn’t release the lure and eventually the line snapped and the lure is now sitting at the bottom of the area I was fishing. “No! You know what? Not today. I’m tired of losing lures. I’m already in the water. I’m going to swim for it.” I set my rod down, took my hat off, chest rig off, and shirt off. “I’m retrieving that lure.” Fortunately, the lure was glistening in the sun, so keeping an eye on it was easy. “Yes! I got it back.” With a smile on my face, I placed the lure back in my lure box and stowed it back into the chest rig I had set down. “Hmmm! I wonder if I can find the other lure I lost two weeks ago?” Two weeks ago, I lost one of my favorite lures; all copper with copper blade and holographic print on the blade. That lure has produced more fish in one outing than my other lures. I knew I was in the general vicinity of where I lost it, but wasn’t exactly sure where. “That rock right there seems like the one it may have snagged on.” I made my way over to a vaguely familiar rock, hoping to catch a glimpse of the lure, hoping that somehow it would catch a ray of the sun and cause it to shine. The current from the river made it difficult to see through the water, but I was hopeful. “What was that?” After spending a couple of minutes looking around, I thought I saw what could have been something shiny near where I was looking. “Dang c’mon. Sparkle again.” I didn’t see another sparkle, but on a whim, I reached down to where I saw the one sparkle. “Ouch! that was definitely a hook.” Blindly, by feel alone, I worked around the hook until I felt the body of the lure and began to pull. “Wow! These are some heavy roots.” I pulled and pulled. Whatever lure I was pulling on was definitely buried in the roots. “Oh snap! I got it I found my favorite lure. Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Yep! my best day fishing so far.
