Monday, July 30, 2012
He was game, and had an extra kayak and paddle handy (I hadn't been motivated enough to put my own in the truck). We set out at dawn. Errrr. We set out right after dawn. Well, it was 30 minutes after dawn when we finally got the boats in the water.
It was a beautiful, still, and humid morning. The water temperature was problematic, at 82 degrees, but we gave it a shot anyway. One neat thing about the Chesapeake Bay's rivers and marshes is that most riverfront now has some type of legal protection from land clearing, and so there are more and more really beautiful stretches of water. However, looks are deceiving - many of these waters, through much of the year, have insufficient dissolved oxygen to support most larger fish. This is tied to pollution far, far upstream of the waterfront - in the headwaters that run underneath the Home Depot and your own (and my) subdivisions. But still, it's pretty.
As restoration of this particular creek continues, through the addition of a stormwater pond here, repair of a 100-year old leaky sewer there, the water's become "less dead." Tony (and several other guys I know) started catching largemouth bass here just a few years ago. That was our goal, too, but the hot water and heavy cover above and below the water made it tough to pick out a winning lure.
The winner(s) turned out to be white lures with a bit of chartreuse. Tony was throwing small twist-tail grubs and I was tossing around beetle spins. Everything else either didn't work, or got caught up in the bay grasses.
The fishing ended up being alright, for a blazing hot morning. I found a spot with a ton of white perch just off of a flooded rock wall. It was a lot of fun to feel different action than bass and sunfish.
The morning dragged on, and it got hot. Really hot. I am slow in posting up this fishing tall tale, but a lot of little things have changed in the last month. I find a lot of things in question - basic operating procedures, so to speak. I hope to figure more of it out, but for one morning, a few fish is a good thing.
On the way back to the boat ramp, we got a reminder that not everybody gets federal holidays off.