Evening bass fishing.
Once again my three dogs forced me to go fishing. Took my 5 weight, 8' 6" rod and walked to the bottom dam. An ice cold south wind was blowing so I wasn't too optimistic. Started with a #12 muddlers minnow and after about 20 minutes switched to a #12 woolly bugger. Cast in and let it lie did still. The takes were solid and the fights short but furious. Soon I had three to my count.
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Bass no 1.
Bass no 2. This one wasn't keen to have it's photo taken, but I managed to convince it to pose for a quick snap.
Never took bass no 3's photo as one bass pretty much looks like another. Decided to go home at this point as it was getting very cold.
4 comments:
This made me chuckle, Phillip. It reminded me of my sister saying to Dad, "Oh, no, not more dead-fish pictures!"
Always happy to hear about you and the dogs and the fish!
-- K
Those poor dogs are being blamed again for dragging you out with your fishing tackle? Hmm!
We're having gale force winds down our way. Not at all pleasant!
Love love love fresh fish...I am coming for dinner. Did the dog get some? Hope so.
Your three dogs made you go fishing? Boy, are easy.
Mark
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