Luckily, the largemouth spawn is still going on, so I don't think I'm missing a lot on that front. A work road trip to the eastern shore looked like it might produce some opportunities during lunchtime and after work to get on the water, and so I packed my gear.
I skipped lunch (not sure whether that helps or hurts my diet) and instead cruised over to a local college campus that has a nice little pond. I mean, it looks nice. Functionally, it's too shallow, the water quality is awful, and there is not enough hard structure in it. But as I found out last year, it holds fish anyway. All I caught last year (at least that I remember) were a ton of feisty green sunfish and a longear or two - which certainly fits with the pond's pollution and habitat issues. Those crazy, hungry little fish also provide a great opportunity to practice fly casting. And I do need practice.
Unfortunately, the wind was blowing at 20 knots headways down the pond, right into the one corner that holds fish structure....and fish. There was no way to cast sideways to the wind, or with the wind, and I'm smart enough to know that casting into that stiff wind would likely end up with nothing but tangled line. Rather than call it quits (hey, I had a 30 minute lunchbreak to kill!), I grabbed an ultralight spinning rod out of the truck and decided to have at it.
|Oh, it's a redear! Just...without the red ear...????|
There's something fulfilling about getting outdoors, getting it done (with reasonable expectations) and moving on with your day. I've always liked that, but it takes good planning, skill, and luck. If I could ever hunt, or fish for trout or bass this successfully, I'd be thrilled with myself. But on this day.........bluegills on soft plastics. I'll take it.