I don’t know why I stopped. Maybe when I moved to CA and away from my brothers bass boat. Maybe.
I Recently took up surf fishing for perch. I’m getting better and better. I’m certainly casting better. It’s fun, and low impact. The fish taste great.
Last night I blew the cobwebs off my ultralight spin gear, loaded up with fresh 4-lb line and gathered up some random soft baits I had lying around. It was looking bleak in the gear dept, but eff it. I was going!
Today I hiked 2 miles in to a city lake near my house. You can’t drive there. I took a shortcut that I think a goat built. The trail up; it was steep! I get there and tie on. It was so crowded. I lowered myself off a cliff, waded thru some reeds and found a suitable tiny cove. Perfect social distancing cove. Second cast I got a bass!
It was game on once I figured how to slow my retrieve. The bass would soft bite my lure. It felt like I hit weeds. I would take up tension, feel a tap, and set the hook. They were 1 lb fish, but on my lUL gear they were jumping like tarpon! What a hoot!
All my commotion brought other fishermen. Six foot rule? Chit. I got popular. I broke my rod down and bailed. I left them there throwing huge plugs with a splash towards the horizon.
I went to the bait store and bought tiny crayfish and lizard soft baits. I am going to kill them. I saw crayfish parts in the clear water. I’ll go on a work day to avoid the crowds.
Oh my wife said, “you should buy a float tube?” Oh yes. Humping it up that hill will suck, but it will be killer exercise to prep for hunting season. I wonder what that imposter did with my wife? Float tube shopping!
