For at least the next couple weeks, I am closing up my business up north. I have a little fish camp that I retreat to that is well located for many types of fishing in the Chesapeake Watershed.
This morning, I renewed my Maryland fishing license, loaded up the W500 on the back of the Mother Truck, threw in my catfish rods and tackle, and made a thirty mile trip to Mallows Bay on the Potomac River.
Mallows Bay is the largest ship graveyard in the Western Hemisphere. Dozens of archaic wooden steamships were scuttled there after WWI. The story which can be Googled is laced with governmental ineptitude and environmental calamity.
Upon arriving at the excellent public landing, I realized that I had forgotten to bring the 5 lbs. of fresh mullet that I bought over the weekend. Ineptitude still prevails at Mallows Bay.
Undaunted, I grabbed my Barnett compound bowfishing outfit to search for Northern Snakeheads to skewer. Those big Blue Cats at the edge of the channel would have to wait.
Plan B was not so good, either. The water was muddy and the Asian invasion has moved to deep water. So, a few pics would have to suffice.
On the way home, Plan C was formulated. A quick trip to the fish camp to trade the catfish rods for my lucky stik and off to my special spring fed pond to catch a few pickerel on a Texas rigged Zoom Fluke in the cooling evening. Freshwater barracuda trump a skunk.
Five Largemouth Bass releases later, as the sun set into darkness, a pickerel cut me off. No sense tying a new rig in the dark. Five bass is a pretty good day. And, I still have 5 lbs. of mullet in the fridge.