|My first bass of the day, a 1.75 pounder
After waiting for him to make it back home and now more than an hour past our planned start we packed the pram into his truck and headed to Prado. Despite the sun poking out we were adamant on trying our poppers. Chul with a frog gurgler and myself with a Webb's Folded Foamhead, we started banging the banks. After about an hour of futile casting, I changed to one of Chul's rubber legged woolly bugger monstrosity that he had great success with the last time he fished here by himself. I believe I managed a bump that I missed. After a while Chul gave up on topwater and tied on one of my olive clouser flies tied the way Bill Calhoun suggested I tie them with flashabou lied flat on the top. In no time Chul got the skunk off the boat, a bass at the time I thought it was only a three quarter pounder. Later though after comparing it against a bass we actually weighed I now think it was much bigger maybe a pound to a pound and a quarter.
|My version of the Wedding Veil, Bluegill colored.
|My second bass to hand
We made our way to the other side of the lake and I managed to bang the tulies with my new favorite bluegill imitation. I've struggled throughout the years to find a fly that has a proper bluegill profile and I think I found it. I managed to lose at least three in this small section. I saw each fish come and attack the fly. The first I was too slow to set the hook. Once I realized my contour camera was not on I turned it on and missed the next bass that I saw charge the fly coming out of the weeds. I blew my load too quick and pulled it right out of its face. The next bass I saw take hit the fly hard and I didn't set the hook enough and spit the fly. By this time we made our way into another cove. I threw my fly beneath a tree and a small bass bumped it but was too small to actually take the fly.
|The Wedding Veil Bluegill fly proving it's worth
While in this cove the clouds began covering the sun and Chul returned to topwater. After a while he was blown up when he was not ready and missed a very nice bass just after starting that he was bout to quit and go back subsurface. Continuing our drift Chul and I made a cast toward a submerged structure that I commented it looked like a log and soon enough my line went tight. Angry this bass was not happy. I guessed it was about a pound and a quarter. We made our way to the other side of this cove and we both missed a fish practically just side by side. Chul missed the fish with his popper and I missed on my bluegill fly right when it hit the water. After that the fishing died down even though we tried about an hour or so more. Despite the fact that the fish went tight lipped, I love this style of fishing. Banging the banks with either a popper or streamer and floating lines watching the fish take on top or just under the surface. It's exciting and very interactive. Fishing at Prado is a joy. The deepest part of the lake is no more than 14 feet (at today's level in low water year) so a sinking line is really unnecessary. Most if not all the fishing will be done working the shallow weeds trying to coerce a bass to come out of the darkness. I prefer it much more than the concrete swimming pool that is MVL.
|These unknown birds doing their German Eagle impression
We finished at 1pm and hit the Orvis store at Pasadena to use up our $25 off coupons that Chul gets and I don't for whatever reason. I'm a little pissed about that since I've been a customer longer than him and have spent more at Orvis in the past decade or so than he ever has. Now that's bullshit.