I had a chance to get out to some abandoned gravel pits on the Little Patuxent River in southern Maryland - the same spot I fished about two weeks ago, before our series of torrential downpours/tornados swept through. It's been a rough patch, for sure. Everyone that I know is ready to get outside in one way or another, and well, tornados tend to put a damper on that sort of thing.
I threw a slightly different variety of lures around than my last trip here, and I tried to go into deep water with a few small spoons and crappie jigs, only to come up with pounds of vegetation. I ended up focusing on white/black/red topwater lures because they were drawing strikes....but no hits.
After about an hour, I finally caught my first fish, and then quickly caught several more, ending with about 6 very hefty bluegill and 4 small black crappie (I caught neither species during my last trip here!). Had I started catching either a little earlier in my lunchbreak, I would have returned to the truck for a stringer. Oh well.
Conditions were tough again - just 48 hours after a huge storm, and 24 hours before the storm that just annihilated the Southeastern and Mid-atlantic states. Wind was all over the place, from N to NE to SE and back to N, making topwater fishing a dicey prospect. On top of that, the water was possibly even cooler than it was a few weeks ago, and the few big bass I did see (and oh boy, I did see a few!) were totally unmotivated and uninterested in any lure I had with me. It was not for lack of effort. I did see a 17-18" largemouth make a half-hearted gulp at a lone minnow near the shoreline. That was it.
It's shaping up to be a weird spring overall. The weather, and thus the fishing, have been very erratic. Anadromous fish like herring, perch, and shad have not been predictable in their movements upstream. I've been happy to get back outdoors and give it a shot, but I have to admit, I'm curious to see if our air temperatures suddenly bound into the mid-90s in 3 weeks, as they did last May. Almost every minute of fishing between June 1 and September 1 was an exercise in hot watered, lazy fished frustration. Well, except for this particular minute. I'm hoping for a few more like that this late spring and summer.