09-14-2011, 03:58 AM
After the haul we had yesterday, couldn't resist running back up to Newton today. REALLY wanted my first TM. Had my kindergartener with me, so we only had 90 minutes till school...
Within 5 minutes of fishing, I hooked into a 30ish" TM... and promptly lost him. NEWB MOMENT: I was so enamored watching it skulk up to my spinnerbait, that when my lure finally disappeared, I just started reeling and whooping... and never set the hook. Oops. (Now, I didn't actually hear the guys in the boat 40 yards away laughing at me, but I suspect they must've found it amusing to hear me squeal in triumph one moment, only to moan in defeat mere seconds later.)
That's alright, though. We caught 28 bass (all under 13") before I had to run him to school. Then I begged the Mrs. to let me keep fishing - and headed back up.
Spent the first 90 minutes working the dam. I was throwing a bright orange/chartreuse spinnerbait, a white spinnerbait, a Heddon plugger, a white 2" power grub, a christmas 2" power grub, and an unknown 4" swimming-minnow-thingy-from-the-bottom-of-the-tacklebox. (Yes, I had 6 poles rigged with me in the boat... No experience on the lake to speak of, so figured I'd better plan on trying everything.)
Caught numerous small bass from up against the rocks with the grubs. Pulled in a couple of 1 pounders with the spinnerbaits, and managed to get multiple TM to follow the bigger stuff. In fact, at one point when I thought I had a big one convinced to bite, a 14" largemouth raced up and nabbed the bait first - startling the TM away. I'm not sure I can be about that, because a fish on the line is a fish on the line, but we'll move on.
Couldn't get the TM to commit as I made my way along the dam. Decided to change lures. Threw on my KVD 1.5 crankbait. You know, the one I was convinced would catch me every landlocked lunker along the Wasatch Front... the one I NEVER bother to try because it hasn't been proven for me...
Well, I tied it on, cast parallel to shore, but about 12 feet out... and BAM! Fish on! And by "fish", I mean "leviathan"! H-O-L-Y C-R-A-P! This thing was a brute! It didn't help that I was running a Zebco 33 with a Shakespeare crap-rod, either. No leader. Prespooled mono...
[url "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zNfy0cjJRU"]Biggest fish I ever caught (and this link is my proof).[/url]
Sadly, the story doesn't end so beautifully. I had no way to get it in the boat. I thought I would let it wear itself down for a while (7 minutes of that), and then I hoped to bring it alongside the boat and grab it by the tail. (For some reason this made sense in the moment.)
Long story short, the cheapo monofilament gave out and there is now a TM with a KVD sponsored lip-piercing swimming around. <sigh>
Even though that was a Hero-To-Zero moment, it was still great fun.
Spent the rest of the day fishing, but only managed 60+ bass in the 4-9" range and somewhere around 8-10 in the 12-16" range. And one perch. (Weird, because yesterday we caught dozens and dozens of perch...)
So this weekend when I head down south to visit the family, I will be sure to steal the old fishing net that's been collecting dust for almost 20 years - and thereby ensure that I can put the toothy beast in the boat, take its glamourshots, and then send it back on its way...
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Within 5 minutes of fishing, I hooked into a 30ish" TM... and promptly lost him. NEWB MOMENT: I was so enamored watching it skulk up to my spinnerbait, that when my lure finally disappeared, I just started reeling and whooping... and never set the hook. Oops. (Now, I didn't actually hear the guys in the boat 40 yards away laughing at me, but I suspect they must've found it amusing to hear me squeal in triumph one moment, only to moan in defeat mere seconds later.)
That's alright, though. We caught 28 bass (all under 13") before I had to run him to school. Then I begged the Mrs. to let me keep fishing - and headed back up.
Spent the first 90 minutes working the dam. I was throwing a bright orange/chartreuse spinnerbait, a white spinnerbait, a Heddon plugger, a white 2" power grub, a christmas 2" power grub, and an unknown 4" swimming-minnow-thingy-from-the-bottom-of-the-tacklebox. (Yes, I had 6 poles rigged with me in the boat... No experience on the lake to speak of, so figured I'd better plan on trying everything.)
Caught numerous small bass from up against the rocks with the grubs. Pulled in a couple of 1 pounders with the spinnerbaits, and managed to get multiple TM to follow the bigger stuff. In fact, at one point when I thought I had a big one convinced to bite, a 14" largemouth raced up and nabbed the bait first - startling the TM away. I'm not sure I can be about that, because a fish on the line is a fish on the line, but we'll move on.
Couldn't get the TM to commit as I made my way along the dam. Decided to change lures. Threw on my KVD 1.5 crankbait. You know, the one I was convinced would catch me every landlocked lunker along the Wasatch Front... the one I NEVER bother to try because it hasn't been proven for me...
Well, I tied it on, cast parallel to shore, but about 12 feet out... and BAM! Fish on! And by "fish", I mean "leviathan"! H-O-L-Y C-R-A-P! This thing was a brute! It didn't help that I was running a Zebco 33 with a Shakespeare crap-rod, either. No leader. Prespooled mono...
[url "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zNfy0cjJRU"]Biggest fish I ever caught (and this link is my proof).[/url]
Sadly, the story doesn't end so beautifully. I had no way to get it in the boat. I thought I would let it wear itself down for a while (7 minutes of that), and then I hoped to bring it alongside the boat and grab it by the tail. (For some reason this made sense in the moment.)
Long story short, the cheapo monofilament gave out and there is now a TM with a KVD sponsored lip-piercing swimming around. <sigh>
Even though that was a Hero-To-Zero moment, it was still great fun.
Spent the rest of the day fishing, but only managed 60+ bass in the 4-9" range and somewhere around 8-10 in the 12-16" range. And one perch. (Weird, because yesterday we caught dozens and dozens of perch...)
So this weekend when I head down south to visit the family, I will be sure to steal the old fishing net that's been collecting dust for almost 20 years - and thereby ensure that I can put the toothy beast in the boat, take its glamourshots, and then send it back on its way...
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