|An absolutely perfect looking pond on Maryland's Eastern Shore. Who knew that a fat tide would blow in|
100,000 gallons of saltwater, two hours before my arrival? Who knew that 50,000 osprey hunt this lake for big fish all day, every day?
It's late at night. There's a thunderstorm passing through, dumping another half-inch of rain into our stormwater system, which of course drains into our rivers and lakes with no type of treatment, detention, o r processing. My ultralight rod is out there in the rain, with a white beetlespin lure on it. Ready to fish.
I think I've caught fish on three of nine trips this spring. They've gotten bad enough to not warrant their own blog posts.
But this will pass. The semester's almost over, leaving me with only one full time paid job to juggle fishing against for the next three months. I'm really hoping that my last few years of scouting and trying new spots will pay off, even if it rapidly gets hot and spring suddenly ends (and the bass spawn suddenly begins). This will pass. Watch out, fish!