It's not been a productive fishing season thus far, relative to past years. This is largely attributable to weather patterns, but let's not forget my mental state - I've broken two rods this spring after having not broken one in about seven years. Just thinking, in both cases, in two different swamps, that I could force that lure loose from that beaver dam with just one more...snap.
|Weedless lures are the call here|
|Big lure, tiny bass|
It was great. I tried to remember how many fish I caught, and I couldn't. They all kind of melted together, along with the smell of the swamp, the sound of the tree frogs, the sight of big snapping turtles, and deep breaths during an evening afield.