Post by Agent X on Sept 8, 2007 5:38:30 GMT 8
With reports of the bass coming on the chew, Brenden and I decided to head westwards to get em to gobble some flies.
We reached the river at about 330 in the afternoon and the place was packed. First, some dude after pushing his boat off the trailer, decided to keep it on a rope and hog the ramp, causing us to lose precious minutes in launching the boat.
Once in the water, we motored to Brenden's secret bass spots in anticipation of ferocious surface strikes and mean runs... but unfortunately, that didn't happen... we spent quite some time probing the snags without success... Didn't even see a herring trying for the fly.
With about another hour to spare, Brenden suggested that we head over to the weir to have a look see. It took ages to get there motoring at 8 knots but eventually we reached. There were tall grass on the banks that looked uncannily like a picture from those american bass mags. As we got near, we also saw the top of some very nice submerged vegetation... very fishy looking indeed.
It wasnt until the sun started to set that the surface activity started to pick up... there were rises everywhere. The only puzzling this is that nothing was showing interest in my fly. I was using a slider until then and decided to switch to a small pink charlie, thinking that the rises might be herring instead of bass. I would put the fly within 2 feet of any reachable rise to see if I'm right. And out of nowhere I felt the line tighten and something pulling away, my mind was still blank but the hands had already moved instinctively to strike whatever took the fly. I thought it was a herring, but has it came nearer, the greenish bronze flash indicated bass!
We didn't measure the fella, but it's not too bad size. I got right back after releasing it and caught a much smaller on the first cast. The small one would be our last fish for the day bacause they lost interest as the sky got darker.
pls excuse the crappy mobile phone pics.
We reached the river at about 330 in the afternoon and the place was packed. First, some dude after pushing his boat off the trailer, decided to keep it on a rope and hog the ramp, causing us to lose precious minutes in launching the boat.
Once in the water, we motored to Brenden's secret bass spots in anticipation of ferocious surface strikes and mean runs... but unfortunately, that didn't happen... we spent quite some time probing the snags without success... Didn't even see a herring trying for the fly.
With about another hour to spare, Brenden suggested that we head over to the weir to have a look see. It took ages to get there motoring at 8 knots but eventually we reached. There were tall grass on the banks that looked uncannily like a picture from those american bass mags. As we got near, we also saw the top of some very nice submerged vegetation... very fishy looking indeed.
It wasnt until the sun started to set that the surface activity started to pick up... there were rises everywhere. The only puzzling this is that nothing was showing interest in my fly. I was using a slider until then and decided to switch to a small pink charlie, thinking that the rises might be herring instead of bass. I would put the fly within 2 feet of any reachable rise to see if I'm right. And out of nowhere I felt the line tighten and something pulling away, my mind was still blank but the hands had already moved instinctively to strike whatever took the fly. I thought it was a herring, but has it came nearer, the greenish bronze flash indicated bass!
We didn't measure the fella, but it's not too bad size. I got right back after releasing it and caught a much smaller on the first cast. The small one would be our last fish for the day bacause they lost interest as the sky got darker.
pls excuse the crappy mobile phone pics.
