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POND FISHING WITH THE DOC
By: Ron Wilson
April 1, 2010.... Doctor Quen Young from
San Francisco and I recently fished a pond at a private fishing
club. This was Dr. Young's first fishing outing after a successful
heart operation to repair a valve.
On the way to the pond Quen said, "Ron I
just love this time of year in the outdoors, everything is so green and
pretty". The beautiful yellow flower displays of the wild mustard greens
announcing the soon to be blossoming lupines and other flowers that
mother nature sprinkles the foot hills with letting us know that summer
is on the way.
We arrived at the pond and it was like a
mirror, not a ripple anywhere except for the occasional ripple from the
movement of a fish as it cruised around looking for breakfast.
I backed the boat to the launch ramp and
saw a ripple in the water as I untied the straps which hold the boat to
the trailer. "Quen, there is a nice bass right there". A quick grab of a
pole that was rigged in the boat, a toss of the senko and a short fight
latter Quen was holding fish number one for the day, a nice 3 pound
Florida stain largemouth bass.
We tried a few more cast with no luck
then launched the boat and headed to the shallow end of the
approximately 50 acre pond where the water comes in from Angel Creek and
another overflow pond. I stopped at the mouth and Quen and I had a
double on the first cast. Hot dog they are schooled at the mouth and
were in to them, I thought. Well that's what I get for thinking as I
worked my way back into the creek channel further for just one more fish
before deciding I had not been right about them being schooled there.
 We
worked our way back down the pond and every few yards we would stick a
fish. We soon had a pattern, the fish were cruising just off the banks
looking for food. At first I thought they were spawning as we now had a
full moon but when I took the boat in tight to have a look all I saw was
what appeared to be buck bass that were just swimming up and down the
bank maybe looking for a place to make a bed. I did see a couple beds
but they had pound plus crappie on them.
Quen and I worked our way toward the dam
sticking fish and having a ball. I got to one of my favorite
big fish points and stuck a nice one. It rolled and took off on a
run and the line parted. Dam I guess I should of retied a fish or two
ago. One thing about fishing, get lazy and you pay for it.
I looked at the bow of the Bass tracker
and there was a number one worm hook so I tied it on! Hey I am whacky
rigging a senko so what should that matter right.
We continued toward the dam and Quen
starts kicking my butt from the back of the boat. We are using the same
cinnamon senko's with the same shrink wrap band in the middle to put the
hooks threw to keep the senko's from being torn off. The only difference
is the hook. When Quen sticks another fish that has refused my bait I
just can't believe that just a hook would make a difference. I quickly
take the hook off and put on a number 1 short shank whacky rig hook and
its fish on with the first cast. Dam bass anyway. I guess if they can
tell the difference between red, green and black flake in a worm I guess
the fish can see the difference in hook styles to. Darn bass anyway,
heck I am getting to old for them to keep schooling me and trying to
make me figure out what they are doing and why.
I guess that's what makes the difference
between the professional bass fishermen and why they do so good at
times and suck at others. I wonder if that's why some of the best
professional bass fishermen in the country fell on there butts in the
Dual on the Delta event that was held out of Stockton recently.
That reminds me I will soon be fishing
the delta in a Striped
bass Tournament. I can't help but wonder do the linesides have
the same quirky behaviors. Just what I need more mental thought
processing data running threw a worn out bank. I am happy that at least
my brain knows there is a lot more to catching fish than just tying on a
fly, lure, bait or whatever your using to catching fish.
How did Doctor Young and my day end up?
Terrible, the wind came up around noon making the boat go to fast down
the bank and the wind would blow the line causing the senko to go
sideways instead of fluttering down.
Trolling motor running down and not being able to present the
bait to the fish properly and I told Quen lets call it a day as I didn't
want him to overdo it on the first outing. Over 30 bass by noon is a
great day in anybody's book and by this time I had a brain fry I think.
Oh well I can't wait until our next outing! |
