There was a time in my life when football took precedence over fishing. But in the last couple of years, that's changed. My desire to get on the kayak and feel the water got pretty strong, and my first chance to get out was late Sunday afternoon. With the winds blowing 20-30kts down in my favorite saltwater spots, I decided to stick close to home. It definitely felt too early to dust off the waders, but the temperature dropped enough and I had to resort to the chest high breathables and long sleeves.
I started with a black double colorado blade spinnerbait and got a bunch of short strikes. Eventually I got one to hook up and landed this feisty little smallmouth bass who was fond of getting airborne.
I switched to a small white grub to find a few sunfish and tried using them to catch flathead catfish. I found the bream along the bank around some fallen trees, but the catfish were nowhere to be found. I casted the spinnerbait again as I soaked the baits and hooked up to one more...
It's a little unusual for me not to find any catfish this time of year, but at least I got to tango with a few smallies. On a side note, I did see some BIG carp. I went home a little after dark, made some chili, had a beer, checked the scores and called it a good day.
