Post by Petey on Apr 30, 2007 10:41:31 GMT -5
This past weekend my wife was suppose to run in a marathon in Nashville. She was going to do a half marathon actually, but it doesn't really matter. She didn't participate in it at all. We found she is with child a few weeks ago and she has been so sick she has been too weak to train. Regardless, we went through with our plans to travel to Nashville and stay with some friends who were going to participate.
We arrive at our friends house mid afternoon on Saturday for the after race cook out. We guys plop down on the couches, tune into the NFL draft. This is the same crew I went to Canada with so we got to talking and looking back on pictures of our small-mouth outings. Just then the women came in, let it be known they were going to spend our hard earned money and that we were free to roam. Todd, owner of said house, looked up and said "Lets rig'em up boys, I know a place just about a mile down the street."
I didn't bring any gear, I didn't bring a thing buy my fishing license, which was in my wallet because I had forgotten to put it in my fishing vest. Todd asked if I cared to spin fish. I told him that I was cool with whatever and I would throw what ever he handed me. So he tossed me a hip pack with a small lure box filled with rooster tails, small rebel craw-fish patterns, and fluke's. He handed me a small spin rod with 4 pound test and said "This should be all you need for this little stream I am taking us to." He said we would find pan-fish of different sorts along with some largemouth intermixed.
So we packed up, hit the mini-mart on the way for a beverage and were on the creek in no time. We pulled off at this bridge where pass from pasture land into a subdivision. Todd said we were allowed access to the creek above the bridge because he knew the guy who owned the farm land it ran beside. The farm was of good size and the creek flowed right down the edge. It had good moving water along with some slow moving pools. I got in and started wading up stream directly below the bridge. There were fish scattering everywhere. Todd and Blake went on up and I just took my time tossing my little black rooster tail. Every little run and pool held an eager pan-fish just waiting to pounce.
I finally rounded a bend and saw Todd working a deep and covered river bank. He yelled down that he had happened upon a nice large mouth that he couldn't get to move. So I waded on up to find out just how nice this large mouth was. When I got to him he was standing about 10 feet from the bass. He said he hand thrown that fluke of his all around it, over it and in front it but it wouldn't budge off it's sandy bottom. He told me to jump in and see if I could get her to budge. So I got in close to where I had a good view of her and dropped my black rooster tail right on here nose. She didn't move a muscle. I said, man that fish is either half dead or blind. So I took another step closer, bam... she bolted. She took off up river a little ways and settled back down near some over hanging roots. I backed out and moved upstream of her this time. I got with in distance where I could just flip that black rooster tail right in front of her. First cast, nothing. The next cast, again nothing not even a budge. The third cast I threw it over her to her left. I started to bring it back slowly and as it crossed her lip she exploded on it. I set the hook and that little spinning rig doubled over and the drag sang. Todd was whooping and hollering, I was giggling like a complete nut and that sow on the other end of my line was not happy about her circumstance. After working her out of the root structure and pulling her out of a deep pool she made a break for I was finally able to pull her out of the water. We both admired her size and age then put her back from where she had came. She hesitated for a moment then kicked with splash that got us both wet as if to let us know just how she felt about all of that.
By this time Blake had heard all the commotion and had come back down river to see what was going on. We told him what had happened and I am not sure he truly believed the entire story or not. But at least I had proof. This is why I carry a camera fishing no matter where I am heading, because if I have learned one thing over the years. It is you never know when you are going to hook a big one.
We fished a few more minutes and I was able to get a couple of photo's of my com-padre's catching a few before heading back for Rib-eyes and Pork Chops.
This is Todd holding one of the many pan-fish we landed (this photo also busted him, he told his wife he didn't chew anymore, sorry Todd
)
This is Buddy Blake (according to my daughter), he caught this Kentucky Spotted Bass (according to Todd) just upstream from where I landed Marmaduke. (On a side note his wife was not fond of the cigar or his attire, she said he looked like a bum! )
As I traveled to Nashville on Saturday all I could do as I crossed the Caney Fork each time was think to myself how nice it would be to wet a line on such a beautiful day. Who would of thunk it?
Petey
We arrive at our friends house mid afternoon on Saturday for the after race cook out. We guys plop down on the couches, tune into the NFL draft. This is the same crew I went to Canada with so we got to talking and looking back on pictures of our small-mouth outings. Just then the women came in, let it be known they were going to spend our hard earned money and that we were free to roam. Todd, owner of said house, looked up and said "Lets rig'em up boys, I know a place just about a mile down the street."
I didn't bring any gear, I didn't bring a thing buy my fishing license, which was in my wallet because I had forgotten to put it in my fishing vest. Todd asked if I cared to spin fish. I told him that I was cool with whatever and I would throw what ever he handed me. So he tossed me a hip pack with a small lure box filled with rooster tails, small rebel craw-fish patterns, and fluke's. He handed me a small spin rod with 4 pound test and said "This should be all you need for this little stream I am taking us to." He said we would find pan-fish of different sorts along with some largemouth intermixed.
So we packed up, hit the mini-mart on the way for a beverage and were on the creek in no time. We pulled off at this bridge where pass from pasture land into a subdivision. Todd said we were allowed access to the creek above the bridge because he knew the guy who owned the farm land it ran beside. The farm was of good size and the creek flowed right down the edge. It had good moving water along with some slow moving pools. I got in and started wading up stream directly below the bridge. There were fish scattering everywhere. Todd and Blake went on up and I just took my time tossing my little black rooster tail. Every little run and pool held an eager pan-fish just waiting to pounce.
I finally rounded a bend and saw Todd working a deep and covered river bank. He yelled down that he had happened upon a nice large mouth that he couldn't get to move. So I waded on up to find out just how nice this large mouth was. When I got to him he was standing about 10 feet from the bass. He said he hand thrown that fluke of his all around it, over it and in front it but it wouldn't budge off it's sandy bottom. He told me to jump in and see if I could get her to budge. So I got in close to where I had a good view of her and dropped my black rooster tail right on here nose. She didn't move a muscle. I said, man that fish is either half dead or blind. So I took another step closer, bam... she bolted. She took off up river a little ways and settled back down near some over hanging roots. I backed out and moved upstream of her this time. I got with in distance where I could just flip that black rooster tail right in front of her. First cast, nothing. The next cast, again nothing not even a budge. The third cast I threw it over her to her left. I started to bring it back slowly and as it crossed her lip she exploded on it. I set the hook and that little spinning rig doubled over and the drag sang. Todd was whooping and hollering, I was giggling like a complete nut and that sow on the other end of my line was not happy about her circumstance. After working her out of the root structure and pulling her out of a deep pool she made a break for I was finally able to pull her out of the water. We both admired her size and age then put her back from where she had came. She hesitated for a moment then kicked with splash that got us both wet as if to let us know just how she felt about all of that.
By this time Blake had heard all the commotion and had come back down river to see what was going on. We told him what had happened and I am not sure he truly believed the entire story or not. But at least I had proof. This is why I carry a camera fishing no matter where I am heading, because if I have learned one thing over the years. It is you never know when you are going to hook a big one.
We fished a few more minutes and I was able to get a couple of photo's of my com-padre's catching a few before heading back for Rib-eyes and Pork Chops.
This is Todd holding one of the many pan-fish we landed (this photo also busted him, he told his wife he didn't chew anymore, sorry Todd
)This is Buddy Blake (according to my daughter), he caught this Kentucky Spotted Bass (according to Todd) just upstream from where I landed Marmaduke. (On a side note his wife was not fond of the cigar or his attire, she said he looked like a bum!
)As I traveled to Nashville on Saturday all I could do as I crossed the Caney Fork each time was think to myself how nice it would be to wet a line on such a beautiful day. Who would of thunk it?
Petey
