It had been nearly three months since my paddle pushed through the water. The forced hiatus, which may have allowed me to focus on many "grown-up" things, still felt like an eternity.
Jeff Lockhart and I met Drew Camp and his dad, Chip, in their neck of the woods in search of bass and pickerel. Even though it was wet and chilly, a perma-grin remained plastered on my face as I felt my kayak glide. And my cheeks didn't get any rest for awhile because my first fish of the day was a trophy pickerel.
Afterwards, we caught several more pickerel but the bass were tough to come by. I had a few little ones but that was it. My best luck came on a spinnerbait, husky jerk, and square bill.
|Pickerel eye markings and gill plate|
'Til next time, hope you all get on the water, and hopefully it won't be too long before I get out too.