Well the weather has been great here in Connecticut, and I took advantage of it.
Sunday, November 27th and Monday November 28th.
I took the W500 with the 1.2hp outboard and headed to lake Congamond in Massachusetts. The motor comes in very handy for getting to my spots quickly.
Got to the waters edge at 10:30am and I was off the water at 2:30pm. Water was a little dirty, 45 to 46.8 degrees.
Tossed rattle trap, rapala fat rap, silver buddy, and 2″ paddle tail on a 1/16th oz jig. The only lure that worked was the paddle tail.
I did have a rough start, standing at the waters edge before launching, I lost my footing and took a shi##er, got both feet $#@#%$# wet to my ankles, son of a beach…..and I’m going to have a nice bruise on my arm by tomorrow….
Then my motor wouldn’t start…….I’m thinking -“The Gary Curse is upon me” (he is a friend of mine, and when ever he goes out fishing something always goes wrong) –
After pulling and pulling and thinking, what the heck….. I said to myself, gas, spark air……..sheet, I forgot
to turn on the gas switch…….DumbASS!! Curse nope, blond moment…….yes.
I spent the first half hour tossing the RT, Fat Rap, and silver buddy.
Then I caught 8 small bass right off the bat when I switched to the paddle tail grub.
I’d cast it out, let it sink to the bottom and pause, then give it a light pop.
All the bigger Bass came out of 16′ to 22′ of water.
I had to head home, my feet were cold……note to self: Keep socks and an extra pair of sneakers in my truck.
Monday the 28th:
Water temps were 46 to 48 degrees, and very windy.
I was in 9′ of water popping the jig with the paddle tail. Cast it out past a weed line break and popped it back into the slop, as I freed it from the weeds…………….BAM…. shake, shake Flash of green goes the the right zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, flash of green goes to the left zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, Crap my Net is stuck on my bungee………………… under the yak she goes, and I slowly pull up and out to pull her back, reach down and I shove my thumb in her mouth.
I’m a happy camper, 4lbs of plump Largemouth Bass.
I continue on with the paddle tail, 2 rats, and three reties after the pickerel chew up my line.
I head over to a drop from 9 to 22′ of water and start working the jig.
Bam…………..nothing, darn pickerel cut me off again.
So instead of retying, I put the rod down and grab the shakey head worm, Zman straight tail worm dark green, cast it into a spot with a little wood in 16′ and let it sit, shake, pause, shake shake
BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM med/heavy rod doubles over, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ then nothing.
WTF, I figured maybe a nick in my line and it snapped.
I reel in the slack, and there in front of my eyes…………….. A PIGTAIL………….knot failure…..and I know it was my fault, I didn’t like the knot when I tied on the shakey rig, but I thought it would be okay.
One of the things I tell people when tying knots: if it doesn’t look Pretty…. RETIE IT!!!!!!
Well Thank God for my first chunker, only rats minus the pig I lost was it.
Still grateful for getting out, it was a beautiful day.
Life Is Good.
Tight lines and MoPaddle safe all.
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