|Monster 2 Pound Bluegill (*Edit* This is actually a Redear not a Bluegill as previously thought)|
So we came today. I am still convinced I can get one of those lunker bass that live here. With that thought in mind I called up from the bench some old rods that have been collecting dust in the corner. I brought my Sage RPLXI 9wt that has been fished so rarely that the cork handle is still clean. I also brought, since breaking my favorite T&T 5wt, my Sage XP 5wt that I built years ago. My game plan was to fish the big rod with my big articulated trout fly until I either caught a fish or became tired of casting the big rod.
I fished my big rod for two hours or so and managed to get bumped but I was too late to set the hook. I think there was just too much line in the water and I couldn't get enough pressure on the fish. Eventually I grew weary of the 9wt and moved on to my 5wt. After casting the big rod the 5 felt like a feather. I could cast that rod all day without tiring.
We made into one cove where we were being thrown around like a rag doll by the wind. With a purple wooly bugger I threw toward the middle of the cove and managed to get a fish. I retrieved him toward the boat and noticed it to be a juvenile bass. It popped off just before I tried to lip it. I continued to cast in the middle of the cove and my line just stopped. Initially I thought I sagged some submerged structure but then the line began moving. The fish ran from the front of the boat and circled to the back going clockwise from the 12 o'clock position to the 8 o'clock position. I was shocked to see it was a huge bluegill. Due to its size, Chul initially thought it was a crappie when it was in the water. I could not see it from my position but when I finally landed it, I was shocked. This is the biggest bluegill I've ever seen live. I put him on the boga and he measured at 2 pounds.
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Eventually we left this cove to head off to the other side of the lake. There Chul managed a juvenile bass similar to the one I lost at the boat. Here we were somewhat protected from the wind and casting and trolling the boat was much more manageable. The fishing seemed to die after we left this cove. We left at 5pm and called it a day. It was not bad for a few hours of fishing.
|Chul with a Juvenile Bass|
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