A few of the boys and I braved the 90+ degree heat for an Independance Day excursion to the Honeyhole. Unfortunately, it looks like our worst fears are going to come true...it's getting opened to the public. They've laid gravel lot with parking blocks and they've put up one of those bulletin board things like you see at parks. Our secret honey hole is about to get ravaged by the local yokels. We've gotta take every chance we get to catch the big ones before they're in some white trash guy's freezer.
Boy it's been a looong time since I've been there, the whole place is completely overgrown which made casting from the shore extremely difficult. That's a good and a bad thing...
It's a good thing because I'm pretty much as ghetto as it comes for a white boy. I wore my swim trunks and and basically waded out in the pond about 10 feet from the shore so i could cast to the shore like you're fishing from a boat. The water protected me from the scorching sun and was quite pleasant. With the brush overgrown and the sun blazing sky high, i was certain there had to be bass hanging out in the cool shadows of the brush waiting for an easy meal to swim by.
I kept switching from the green Senko to the ol standby motoroil ribbon tail senko that caught me hundreds of bass last year. I realized I hadn't thrown it yet this year at all, which was a good sign. I've really diversified my baits and presentations this season. I caught 7 small bass but nothing over 2lbs. I saw a few giants swim right by my legs...I knew they were there, I just had to be patient
I was reeling in the motoroil senko and about 10 feet from me it felt like a cinderblock fell on it. After catching several smaller bass you know when you have a hog on. I set the hook so hard I MADE HER CROSS EYED!
I quickly realized I never thought out how I would land a biggin if I actually hooked one. It's hard enough to land one from the shore, let alone in the water with them. So I'm standing in waste deep water with a monster bass that doesn't want anything to do with me. I did what any good redneck would do in that situation...
I grabbed the line and wrapped it around my arm a couple times and dropped my pole into the water. i pretty much dove on top of the fish and bear hugged it until i could lip her. Noodling Bass...that's a new one. Once i secured the death grip on her mouth I went completely bonkers
Giant Kentucky Spotted Bass!
My tackle box is 18 inches, and as you can see the fish is hanging off both sides. I'm sure it's Fish Ohio size, but of course the one time I needed my tape measurer I didn't have it in my bag.
The fish was at least 4lbs, pushing 5 I'm sure. It's definately the biggest Largemouth I've caught this year, and there's bigger one's to be caught at the honeyhole. we just have to find them before the white trash does!
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