On October 17, I embarked on another adventure on the Big River. I had a client that shuttled my yak and I so I could do a straight through float. I hit the water at 8:30 am and the temp was 37 degrees. The sun was coming up and the fog was starting to lift. It was going to be a beautiful day. The high was supposed to be 55 however the wind was a big pain in the yak.
On my third throw of the day I cast my lure around the boat ramp. I reeled in a couple turns and whammy. Something hit hard and the fight was on. I fought it for about 5 minutes and then all of a sudden it was over. It had got off. In the next 15 minutes I hooked 3 more and got them about half way to the boat and they would get off. It was like I was jinxed.
I fished about a half an hour and not a hit. Then, whammy. I had one on. It was a 13 inch smallmouth and it appeared the jinx was over. I caught 5 more smallies and 1 largemouth and 4 spotted bass. Around 1 pm I pulled up on a gravel bar and ate lunch.
Around 1:30 I started on down the river only to be greeted by a Bald Eagle that Mark and I had seen the week before in the same area. What a magnificent bird indeed.
I continued to catch fish. I caught them on a Rapala floating minnow and a Rebel Wee-Craw which caught the most. Last week with my buddy Mark I had caught some on a pig and jig and a plastic worm but couldn’t buy a bite with them today.
The day was going good and then it happened. I had cast the Wee-Craw and retrieved it a couple turns when wham! Something had hit the lure and hard. It started peeling line and headed up stream. I was in some shallow fast moving water and I knew it was going to create a problem. I was in good shape as long as the yak stayed in the middle of the river but then I hit a pocket of water that started pushing me to the bank. I got it right up next to the boat and I saw what was the biggest smallmouth that I had ever hooked. It looked like something you see in a Bass Pro Shop aquarium. The 16 inch I had caught was dwarfed by this smallie. Then, this was all taking place now in about 3 foot of water and I could easily see the bottom, I saw it zero in on a tree branch on the bottom and wrap my line around a limb. Here I am sitting with one of my biggest dreams right there in front of me and I can’t do anything but watch it tug then finally pull loose. I was devastated!!!!!
When the initial shock of losing the biggest smallie I had ever caught wore off I headed on down river making my way to the boat ramp. Along the way I managed to catch several more smallies and spotted bass. It was a great day.
Thanks for taking the time to read my blog. I hope you enjoyed it. Remember to spread the love. A few more pics of the river that day.