I've been having a blast doing pond fishing.
Frankly I never, never, ever thought this would happen. I'm a stream fisherman. A trout fly fisherman. I like to be on the move. I like to hear the stream. Pond fishing is so boring. Just standing there.Well, the strange thing about fishing fever is that it makes you go fishing under whatever conditions you have available. Because the drive to catch fish trumps all.
And so I find myself in the afternoons, after work when out at the company headquarters, fishing a pond. A mightily productive one. Even though the fishing pressure is heavy, I essentially never get skunked. I'm sure I did at first but I've figured it out.
It started with bluegills. And then more bluegills. I wrote about that in a previous entry. And that baby bass., shown at right.
But it just got better. Because I caught my first, second, third crappie. I think. There might be another one in there too. It feels that way but maybe not. Each has been caught on a streamer, unlike the bluegills that take tiny midges. Here's the first crappie:
And here's the next:
And then today, a beauty.
They really are neat fish and they put the bend into my smallest bamboo rod.
