The things that keep ya going.

After fishing a couple of weeks with my cheap fly rod that I purchased while I was waiting for my Redington rod to come back from being repaired I was anxious to get back on the water with my favorite Redington rod.

I went out the morning after I got my Redington rod back (Wednesday, July, 25th).

I went to a nearby urban fishing pond hoping to hook a couple bluegill and small bass on my poppers before heading to work.

Instead, what I got was hooking into one of the biggest fish I had ever hooked.  I had been fishing early morning just before the sun came up and caught several small bass and a couple bluegill.  I was tying on a popper just as the sun came up and when I went back to cast again I saw two of the biggest bass I had seen in this lake.  I had seen big bass in this lake before but never two together like that.  They swam off slowly, paying me no attention, despite my attempts to entice them with my yummy popper.

I was pretty sure I would see them again, it is a small pond (2 acres, I looked it up), and they were big fish.  I also thought that I would never hook a fish that big at that pond, after all you don’t get to be that big of a fish in that small of a pond that is heavily fished at times by being stupid.

After admiring those fish, I went back to fishing my popper.  I landed a couple smaller fish, then was just poppin’ along when something bigger hit my popper.  I could tell right away that it was bigger because I had never had anything hit my line so hard and my rod had never bent so much as it was then, I was fishing relatively light equipment a size 8 popper on 5x tippet (fishing jargon translation: small lure on 4 lb. test fishing line).  As I went back and forth between stripping in line and letting it slide back out and moving the rod back and forth in the dance that is landing a big fish on light line, I got a good look at him, he was about the same size as the ones that I had admired just minutes before.  As I played him and got him closer to the shore being careful to keep him out of the reeds as mush as possible and resisting the urge to put more pressure on the line then it could handle… it was over.  As quickly as it had happened, he turned around on a dime and my popper did just that, popped right out of his mouth.

I decided to end the morning on a high note, I hadent lost my popper, so I packed up and headed to work.

I walked away with a smile on my face, and a great fish story.

FYI  Approximate temp: 75° F.  Flies used: a green Sz. 8 popper (I tyed).  5 fish caught (1 realy big fish hooked, not included in my fish caught count).