I headed up to the cottage a couple of weeks ago for a bit of a break from the “Shawa”. Did some Bass fishing. I took out my youngest boy Cole and the next door neighbour’s kid Carter for a bit of a Rock Bass outing; they slayed em’. Cole in not only about catching fish but putting them in the livewell or as he says “can I put it in the box daddy… can I put it in the box?” Of course this sounds cute and all especially coming from a 4-year old kid but after about the 20th time… you get it!
The next morning was planned to fish with my 2 nephews Codie and Marc (what ever happened to spelling like Cody or Mark… ) We were to get up at around 6, have a quick bite and go. I was up just after 6, went down stairs to turn the kettle on, knocked on the boys door, Codie was the only one there and when I asked him was he ready… he came back with something like “oh, I better stay here”. I laughed and remembered that when I was going to bed he was already looking for more beer… atta’ boy Code’… As for Marc… MIA… something to do with chasing chicks all night. It’s pretty funny in all because I know about 10 years from now they will break away from “the dark side” and be waking me up to get an early morning start (and probably be their wives and kids to GET AWAY).
I went fishing by myself (which I really enjoy by the way) and had a pretty good morning… around 6 Largemouth and a couple of Smallies. Caught the Largemouth on topwater, soft stick baits and a whacky rigged worm; caught the Smallies on a dropshotted finesse worm. Back by 10am.
Went out that evening with Leisa (wanna’ talk about spelling! It’s pronounced “Lisa” believe it or not… parents!!!) and my boys. I took them to the Rock Bass hole that we fished the day before and BUNK… nothing. OK… only about a half hour of light left so let’s go to one more spot. We get there and almost instantly we start getting Smallies on a popper. 3 or 4 little ones came to the boat and one around 2+ pounds which Hunter got to reel in which he freaked out on. While all this was going on Lee was doing battle with a nice Largemouth close to 3 pounds. It was buried in the weeds and she was winching it up with spinning gear all while trying to go easy on an extremely sore foot… quite a show!
I told the nephews I was again going out again on Monday morning at 6am and again offered them a place on my boat. This time Codie had a somewhat clear head and Beaner (Marc) although groggy from getting in at 4am (again chasing the same chicks and again got no-where) both stepped up to the plate. We headed out about 6:30 and had a pretty good morning catching lots of little Largemouth as well as a 2+ and a couple over 3 (on soft stick baits, top water and a craw imitation). We saw a couple of really big fish but couldn’t get them to go for a bait. Codie actually had a Largie around 5 pounds grab his worm but spit it after a couple of reel turns… too bad cause’ she was a beauty! Marc lost a 2 pounder cause’ he was sittin’ on his tired ass at the edge of my boat with his feet dangling over the side on a log. The dude didn’t even attempt to get up… something like he did on Sunday morning!!! He did however give Codie the zinger of the weekend. Codie was razzing Marc all morning. Marc got a fish on and Codie asked “what is it, Large Mouth or Small Mouth” and Marc quickly responded “Smallmouth… opposite of you!!!!”