now wait a tic

Our spring sprung and ran off like some jerk jackrabbit in what seemed like 2 weeks. I spent the better part of March, all of April, and 3.25 days of May stalking Bluegill and watching the poison ivy grow on my tiny sliver of lukewarm snot. But, as it is in most years, the cooperation of man and nature brought the frisky fish upstream, and the bass fishing commenced. Sadly, my mind has compacted what was actually a good couple of weeks rippin’ on Yellow Bass, White Bass, and hybrids into a few minutes of vibrating rod tips, and the occasional deep bend in the ol’ 8wt.

Here is the progression of spring on my snotty crick.

I think the little Black Bass and his big brothers should key in on top water goodies shortly. But, I haven’t decided if throwing poppers for these dudes is worth having one of the many resident cottonmouths make love to my ankle.