It seemed like forever since ML and I had gotten to fish together. Our schedules never seemed to coincide, but we finally ended that streak. We hit a new stretch on a familiar river at daybreak with high hopes.
Right at the bridge we put in at, my third cast of the day yielded this 2lb 4oz LM.
This is usually a very bad sign for me. When I catch a fish this early, it usually means a tough day ahead. Well, that didn't completely hold true today. Although it seemed like a tough bite at times, the half day yielded about 15 fish for myself and probably close to that for ML as well.
Caught the usual mess of spots in this size range.
As the sun came up, the beauty of this stretch really began to show itself. This water was amazing looking today.
Is this really south Mississippi
Spots were beautiful today.
Funny story... water was beginning to look really fishy, I was right next to ML and we we're talking and I said something along the lines of "The chances for a big fish should be really good right about now." Seriously before I could finish that sentence this nice largemouth attacked my bait. We both thought it was alot bigger at first, but it was pretty skinny and only went 2lb even. Definitely can't complain when you break the 2lb mark twice in the same day on south MS waters.
We concluded the day a little later than planned, and I want to apologize to ML for making him late. Hope your wife will let you fish with me again.
As ML headed home, I had a little time to do some scouting. I decided to scout out an access point in an area I haven't been before on nearby creek that has literally skunked me the last two times I fished it. All I can say is wow, this little creek is a beauty when that water clears up and in just a short 10 minute wade trip yielded a few pretty spots.
I think I had my destination picked out for the next day's paddle up/wade trip...
10-10-10 just had to be my lucky day, so I don't think it mattered where I went fishing, but I decided to hit the little creek that I had scouted the day before.
I started the day going downstream for a little ways. Started getting into some decent looking water and suddenly behind me I hear the unmistakeable clanking and banging of a jonboat. Uggh, well they certainly had every right to the river as I did and they were some very friendly gentlemen that I chatted for a little while with, but on this tiny creek I knew I wouldn't catch anything around that noisy thing and I didn't want to be rushed to stay ahead of them and I certainly didn't want to fish behind them either.
So I figured I'd head back upstream and begin paddling up the other way. BTW, I have no idea how these guys navigated this stream in that boat. At times this stream was barely 8 foot across, super swift and logjammed up the yinyang. It was a chore just dragging my canoe upstream in some places.
Once I found some solitude, the fish'n heated up.
Fish had a pretty good average size for this tiny creek and they were feisty. Each fish seemed to have the fight of a 2lber in him.
One of the many joys that jonboat encountered along the way.
I will definitely be visiting this creek again.