Skunked again - freakin' thunderstorms. What's worse is that I got a chance to run out in the early, early morning to some spots I hadn't fished in two years or more. I had a great game plan, I had all the right tackle. I was ready, boy. But wasn't ready for this.
Or this, just a few miles away.
What a bummer. I still ended up fishing four different spots, all of them either reclaimed sandpits or relatively deep beaver swamps. I had a few very wimpy bites but no big blowups and certainly no fish to hand. I tried fishing big weedless stuff with no luck, and once the "no luck" became obvious, the landscape didn't seem to lend itself to anything "not weedless...."
This fishing season was going in the right direction (after starting extremely poorly), but after two consecutive bad outings (at least I caught some juvenile bass the previous trip), I'm starting to have a bit of doubt about what the hell I'm doing out there, and if it's worth my time. True, there's lots of fishing pressure at every public hole around here. True, poachers are taking a heavy toll too, especially on our designated catch-and-release waters. And true, it's rained almost every other day for the past four months. I don't know. I'm tempted to run out before work and fish this week, but I kind of feel like a bolder fishing trip might be needed to shake off the skunk....guess we'll see!
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.