05-19-2011, 12:49 PM
Probably the strangest place I can remember doing well in was actually in Connecticut. I was out there visiting an old friend, and he told me about this little pond off the side of the road in a clearing in the woods. He told me he had caught some monster gills in there. He hadn't been there since the year before, but I was excited to give it a try anyway. We get to the pond, and it's maybe 1/2-3/4 of an acre. He tells me that it used to be a lot shallower, someone must have dredged it out. We start making casts anyway, and I quickly catch a decent smallmouth. A short while later I have a rainbow. Then a brown. Then a largemouth, followed by another smallie. It went on like that. We never did find any bluegill, but I was more than pleased with the trip. I thought it was odd that somebody would dredge this pond and stock it with all these fish when there were no homes in the area and I didn't see any NO TRESPASSING signs in the area.
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