Nothing quite like an impromptu fishing trip. Originally I was supposed to be busy all day and into the evening Saturday night. My son was up from Florida and my parents were down to visit. Everyone was getting together Saturday to visit Jacob, celebrate birthday’s and Father’s day. When I went to go check Jacob in for his flight home and print his boarding pass there was a notice that his flight had been moved up by almost 3 hours. That changed things a bit. We still all got together but after I dropped him off at the airport everyone had left. Suddenly I had my evening to myself. After Susan and I finished cleaning up the house I asked her if she wanted to go read her book down at Willow Metropark and she agreed. A few minutes later we were on our way.
When we arrived there was a fair amount of feeding activity on the surface. I tied on one of the many foam flies I had tied up over the winter and let it fly. Again the bluegill didn’t want anything to do with it. I’m beginning to wonder if I used to heavy of a hook for these flies. While I was busy trashing the water with my line I was able to see what the gills were feeding on, a small white caddis. I dug out my trout fly box and of course I didn’t have anything like that. I did have some size 14 cream colored parachute patterns so I tried one of those. That did the trick. Fishing wasn’t fast and furious but I managed to catch a few. They weren’t monsters either but at least I didn’t get skunked and I got to spend some much needed time on the water.
First bass on a fly in two coon’s ages.
This is embarrassing. I stopped after this one.
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