Some days I feel like a sprinter who's been told 2 miles into a race that he's actually running a marathon. Life is full of activity right now, and not enough of it is fun, or even mentally tolerable. And that's how it goes, right? Well, I had a little time one evening to stop at one of my favorite fishing spots on Maryland's upper eastern shore right before the sun went down. The photos are in order, taken in the span of just an hour, so you can see how quickly it got dark!
As I've been doing lately, I tried hard to concentrate on the moment, although it was tough - life swirling around in the back of my mind, and the sun moving further west every minute. It was pretty clear that no one has fished this spot since our earthquake/hurricane/tropical storm/ wet week / tropical storm p2 / wet week part 2, so I figured it might be easy fishing. I was wrong. But after about 15 minutes, I finally hooked up with a reasonably sized bluegill...from his coloration, I can guess that he's feeling pretty stressed in the high, acidic, black water that is still draining out of our coastal swamps.
I caught a few more over the next 20 minutes, all about that same decent size...
...but not the flat faced dinosaur size 'gills I'm used to finding here.
Predictably, the light got thinner and thinner, and I suddenly hooked up with one of the bigger bluegills I've ever caught - a true copperbelly, too!
And then.......it was suddenly dark, and the mosquitos descended. They were atrocious. But I still hadn't caught a largemouth - which has only happened one time I've ever fished here (mid-day in August 2010).
After a few minutes and a few utterances of "1 more cast," I brought it back to the weedline on shore and BOOM! My bass. Finally.
And with that, I packed up and went home.