Luckily, the weatherman sucks because they were calling for rain again all day Saturday and it ended up being a perfect day to fish. 70 degrees, overcast and just a little windy.
After a disappointing outing last week, we were bound to not waste our time. Nate went to O'Shaugnessy to check the Crappie bite, and Brian and I went to a lake by an apartment complex near his house. (for the record, Nate got skunked)
We were fishing senko's and there was alot of action in the clear water. B hooked up with a nice bass on his 2nd or 3rd cast. A few casts later he hooked up with this beauty.
2 decent bass in 20 minutes and it was heating up. I switched senko colors because they obviously liked what B was throwin. We decided to go around the opposite side of the lake and hit some drainage pipes. All of the sudden we hear this shrill from behind us, "YOU MUST NOT LIVE HERE." I turn around and there's 2 fat chicks sitting on the golf cart lookin pissed. Normally, when you see girls on golf carts it's a good thing. They're bringing you more beer and snacks. When you're fishing in a private pond and they're fat chicks from the rental office, it's not so awesome. The conversation went something like this..."Oh, i'm sorry, we didn't see a no fishing sign so we thought it was alright." "thats right. there isn't. it's in the rental agreement papers which state that fishing is a $100 fine." She went on in the same condescending fashion for some time and i basically stopped paying attention and started packing my gear. Brian was fixing his line when they rolled up and i could tell he wanted to make another cast. Guess that wasnt the battle to choose since B's ridin dirty without his fishing L's.
We called Papa Rob who was on his way out to meet us. We went over to a pond by Island Club that we fished last year. I caught quite a few small Largemouths off the bank line on the same color senko we were using earlier. I was jigging the hell out of this thing and they'd pop it right as i let it sit. Ryan caught his first ever Bass on the senko, but I wasn't sure if the bass was bigger than the senko itself. It was good to see a big ol smile on his face knowing the senko works for him.
I hooked into a nice one but it got away. It was so big I'm going to take this hook with me:
Ryan knew a place for Crappies, so since we already caught a good amount of bass we figured we'd check it out. We roll over to this park and get set up ready to slay em, and the Park Rangers walked up. Luckily, my birthday present from my Mom was my fishing license. Brian and papa rob on the other hand: ridin' dirty. The rangers were really friendly and let us know the lake was for kids 16 and under and the fishing sucked. Ryan, you're fired. We decided to call it a day, and luckily we did because it rained about 20 minutes after we got home. Not a bad day.
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