The beginning of November greeted us with a crisp wind, and seasonal air temperatures. GZ's last soccer game was Saturday morning, making Saturday afternoon open game for a little panfishing. The plan was to launch the boat just after lunch and fish for bluegill till dark.
Plans never quite seem to work out for myself.
After an hour of waiting in our local Red Lobster, we were informed our lunch orders had been "lost".
That little fiasco took a 2hr. chunk of time out of our plans.
Faced with only a couple hours to fish before darkness set in, we launched the boat in hopes of at least finding a few fish.
What we found wasn't what we were after...................but we took advantage of it regardless. I called it adaptation, GZ called it "a blast".
We had the typical scenery:
The sonar showed us the ever changing natural structure:
Armed with thoughts of fall bluegilling, and ultra light tackle, we settled in for some vertical jigging. The first fish in the boat was fiesty, young bluegill. The second was a white crappie. Then it started..........................
The laughing, the shear joy, and look of complete contentment on the face of a young child made time stand still.
Even though it was a very short trip, plans were made to return the next day to continue making the memories.
Sunday dawned and found my boat partner invited to a fall hayride and party, and my other succumbing to a cold. I was now alone to face cold water panfish.
When the dust finally settled after vertical jigging 1/64 and 1/32oz. hair jigs for a combined 10 angling hours over two trips, the counter stopped at 143. Unfortunately this wasn't a bluegill catch - the white crappie were just too challenging to walk away from. While there were incidental bluegill caught, none were what we had targetted.
The small picture showed some outstanding angling on a waterway that was dishing multiple plates of humble pie to the numerous anglers on the water with me.
The larger picture continues to show either my complete lack of skill to catch mature fish, or the severe shape the fishery is in on this waterway. While some lengthly fish were handled (and lost boatside), the weight just wasn't present.
We ran, what I believe, is the complete gauntlet of year classes:
Each fish caught came to the same end:
The chance to offer someone else the same joyful memories they gave us.
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