Chris and I went fishing behind the house tonight. Cool little pond, about 2 acres or so, filled with blue gill and small bass. We grabbed a couple beers and headed back to see if we could catch a few, releasing of course.
First half hour we were practicing our casting mostly. With the little bass tackle we had, we were using rooster tails. Just as we were about to head back to start supper, the fish started biting. I was having a helluva time setting the hook. First two fish I landed were small 6 inchers. Chris decided to move across the pond to the other side. He said, “Where there are little fish, there has to be big fish.” Just as he said that, I had a big bite on my pole. I said “I got one, It’s BIG!” He ran as fast as he could around the pond, I knew if he didn’t see it, he wouldn’t believe me.
Out of the water I pulled a 14 inch small mouth Bass. It had stripped my line, broke water, and gave a helluva fight. It was awesome. In one hour 4 fish. Some people spend an entire day fishing to only get nibbles or bites, or totally skunked. And to think…. this is in my backyard~
Four to Nothing…… Let’s see what the next trip brings. Chris is making a trip to Bi-mart to see what tackle he will use next.