Before I got to my last cast, the day started out innocuous enough.
Went to a spot two miles inland on a creek to see if the smallies had moved that far. Something was spawning, but hard to tell what.
I knew the suckers were on their spawning run, the riffles were loaded with them. Yes, the trained eye will see them.
Other than that, the creek was devoid of life. Frogs singing on the edges, lots of the usual unidentified birds, things turning green, but I can’t recall even seeing a minnow, so I cut things short after an hour and headed for another creek.
My first cast on this creek started where I would eventually make my last cast. The picture at the top of this post shows the spot, more or less. To the right is a plunge pool that drops to around 6 feet. The water moves through here quickly and there is so much oxygen in the water that you can’t see through the water. It’s not all that wide and about 30 to 40 feet long before it quickly slopes up and all pours over a barely ankle deep rock bar.
Like I said, not much to it.
I always try to get a lure to the bottom of the beginning of the plunge pool. I know the fish like all the oxygen and I know big schools of minnows like to roll around in the rush of water. Using only 1/16th ounce jigs, getting something that light down to the bottom of water like this is a challenge. But I can do it.
I started out with two powerful hits from smallies with some weight on them, but they had no interest in staying hooked so I wandered off downstream.
Smallies were in all the usual places and then some and I wound up going 12/10.
That took a couple of hours and then the wind picked up, the temperatures dropped and my sweatshirt was back in the car. Called it quits for the day.
Which brings me back to the beginning, to where I started and my last cast.
I was hoping the smallies had forgot they had been briefly hooked and sank the little lure down to the bottom a few times.
Nothing, so I made my last cast.
Put the following up on Facebook the other day and I can’t think of a better way of describing it…
I am now the proud owner of a custom made two piece medium light fast action rod.
Tied into the heaviest fish I’ve ever had on.
It kept diving down to the bottom of a 6 foot deep plunge pool that has relatively quick water running through it that keeps you from seeing the bottom.
Made a valiant effort to bring it up so I could at least see the damn thing, but it would dog it’s way back down to the bottom.
It was fighting like a big flathead, a really big, heavy flathead.
Then the rod snapped in half.
So, I grabbed the braided line, smart, I know, and tried to hand line it in.
But it almost worked. I almost get the damn thing to a point where I was going to at least get a look at it.
Then the lure snapped off.