Yesterday UpstateDave and I had an opportunity to meet up and fish. We didn’t figure a couple of old guys needed to get up too early at this point in the season so we met at our intended trailhead at 8AM. There were three vehicles at said trailhead and all looked like they had recently transported fishermen.
No worries, out came the maps. There are several ponds we’d been meaning to try. We picked two and flipped the proverbial coin. The first 150 yards of the bushwack were terrible – thick, low saplings, bog and blowdowns. Then we found the informal trail… At the end of the day said trail ended 10 feet from the front fender of Dave’s car, proving old guys lose their navigation skills.
Our pond was not only ice free but has been for a while, judging by the 48 degree surface temperature. I was pretty quickly into a nice, full bodied 16” female. No photo – as I picked her up out of the net for the pic she flipped free and made her escape.
We both thought this would be a great day but went hours before Dave hooked and landed another 16”er, this one a male. We got a picture of him in the net but he also flipped free before the picture we wanted, proving old guys have slippery hands or have lost their reflexes entirely.
All in all, though a grand day out and the precursor to many more. There are worse things to do in life than float around in an icy pond anticipating a strike from a fish you think might be there though right now I can’t think of a good example.
No worries, out came the maps. There are several ponds we’d been meaning to try. We picked two and flipped the proverbial coin. The first 150 yards of the bushwack were terrible – thick, low saplings, bog and blowdowns. Then we found the informal trail… At the end of the day said trail ended 10 feet from the front fender of Dave’s car, proving old guys lose their navigation skills.
Our pond was not only ice free but has been for a while, judging by the 48 degree surface temperature. I was pretty quickly into a nice, full bodied 16” female. No photo – as I picked her up out of the net for the pic she flipped free and made her escape.
We both thought this would be a great day but went hours before Dave hooked and landed another 16”er, this one a male. We got a picture of him in the net but he also flipped free before the picture we wanted, proving old guys have slippery hands or have lost their reflexes entirely.
All in all, though a grand day out and the precursor to many more. There are worse things to do in life than float around in an icy pond anticipating a strike from a fish you think might be there though right now I can’t think of a good example.
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