Monday, August 15, 2011

The Doctor Prescribes Bass for my Trout Problem

My family and friends have been concerned about me - I have been fishing for, and writing about trout.  And not the kind you catch in a salt marsh on the outgoing tide.   The kind that requires trout hats and boxer briefs from Filson and Orvis.   I have a problem, and the only remedy is more cowbell bucketmouths.

So, with air temperatures dipping dangerously close to 85 degrees (brr!) and the humidity down to a comfortable 98.2%, I decided to go catch some bass.  No, not to try to catch bass.  But to catch them.  I took advantage of another task-oriented road trip to find myself at one of my favorite late spring fishing holes along the Elk River on Maryland's eastern shore.  I have always caught good numbers of fish here in April, May, and June, but I fished here last August, and it was spidery and unproductive.  Who cares? I was ready to get on some fish.

You go first!
The access to this public spot is atrocious, which I love/hate.  The shoreline is covered in 10' reeds, mountain laurels, and other stuff.  Take the RED path from the parking lot. Then, get off the path at the dead possum, walk about 300 yards through the woods until you see the fighting rat snakes, and then scramble with your head down through the last 100 feet, which is also 50 feet down a hill to the creek. Take a left at the chigger and you're there.  Then don't take too many steps at the bottom of the slope - this creek bank just eats boots alive.

Due to..life...I got there later than I wanted to,  but early enough to take advantage of some shade in the deep coves along this shoreline.  The mode of attack for this spot is (always) to put small, bright lures very tight up against vegetation in deep water, and then hopefully something exciting happens.




Who invited you to my
bucketmouth party?!
I ended up with about 12 largemouth in 3 hours.  Half of them were the 11-14" size class we're used to seeing here, and the other half were the 8-10" size class.  I worked some 6-7" weighted plastics out in the open water and got some amazing hits, followed each time by being wrapped around underwater structure. Annnnnnd......SNAP.  New lure.  The fishing shut off quite suddenly when these two white headed losers (left) showed up and started making asses of themselves. Note: I really do love bald eagles, and America.  Just making a joke, people.

Oh - fish pictures? Yeah. I got them, too.

Nice tongue!

The Joe's Flies Glo-Trout is no joke of a lure, ladies and gents! 


A fighter, not a lover
All fish immediately released.

3 comments:

Sanders said...

Sounds like the perfect remedy for a "trout problem". I think I would have gotten lost right around the dead possum, not wanting to get into it with the rat snakes.

Great looking fish, glad you caught a few before those white headed jerks showed up!

Coloradocasters said...

Love the write up on this one. Great title and the humor kept me reading. A few bucketmouths always help ease the trout jones.

River Mud said...

Thanks to both of you! It was a fun morning out and I forgot about a lot of my other "real life troubles" for just a little while.

I heard the eagles' wings for quite awhile before I saw them....kept hoping they were vultures. But no, they were eagles, and they circled over the water for 20 minutes, which sent all the fish deep.