Thanksgiving footballs

 

Greeting me at The Plateau were about 50 geese.
That immediately fled and wanted no part of Thanksgiving.

If you're a regular visitor to this blog, you might have noticed there haven't been any updates since August.  I caught the Covid but it was a mild case and lasted about 8-9 days, and it was only last month.  The real reason I haven't posted anything here since then is because I HAVEN'T CAUGHT ANY F***ING FISH!  Camping a couple times on the Potomac, fishing the local rivers near my house, it didn't matter where, but I didn't have any great stories or hero pictures to share.  Nobody wants to read an obscure blog about not catching any fish.

In a year that has been weird, actually catching smallmouth bass in late November just contributes to the weirdness.  This is when them brown fish are supposed to be in hiding in mystery wintering holes.  And I was lucky to actually find fish this morning, although they weren't anywhere I thought they would be.

With the pandemic basically cancelling Thanksgiving plans, Karen and I were figuring out what to do.  We kept watching the weather forecast, and it looked like it was going to be unseasonably mild on Thanksgiving day and overnight.  So she rolled the dice and booked a spot at the Antietam Creek Campground on the Maryland side of the Potomac River.

It rained a little on Wednesday night but it wasn't a big deal -- just a little damp, and I guessed the river level wasn't going to be affected.  We loaded up the Crosstrek yesterday and headed out.

First fish of the day!

When we got to the campground, it was like an errant Evegeny Kuznetsov pass -- nobody there.  There was one tent about 10 spots down from us, but that was the only sign of human life other than hikers and bikers along the tow path.  And even then, there weren't that many people.  As we would discover, it was a welcome change from the past few camping trips with loud "neighbors" and unpleasantness during what should be a relaxing time.

After we got the tent set up, I headed to one of my favorite spots, The Plateau.  Site of one of my best fishing days on the Potomac when I caught 10 smallmouth in about three hours, including what was then my personal best on the river, a 16-inch tank.

But the last two years on The Plateau have been bleak.  Everything still looks the same as that 10-fish day, but the action has been virtually non-existent.  It didn't matter if the river was high or low, dark or clear, if the temp was high, middle or low, the fish weren't interested in fake lures to entertain an amateur smallmouth bass fisherman.  

Second fish!

Yesterday wasn't any different, despite partly cloudy skies and 50-degree water temps.  I tried a Z-Man Finesse TRD worm and a Rapala Shadow Rap, and it was an uneventful hour or so other than snagging the Shadow Rap on my first cast with it (but managed to get it free instead of donating it to the river).

Last night on the campfire, Karen and I heated up turkey legs (kind of hoping for a Thanksgiving walleye, but that wasn't meant to be) and cooked baby potatoes and gave thanks for the the silence of nobody within earshot.  Unlike Camp Groinia in October at 15-Mile Creek where the d-bags did lighter fluid shots into the fire until 3 a.m.

This morning, I was planning on fishing another spot past The Plateau but decided that with a basically empty campground, I would try the river behind other campsites.  I usually don't fish these areas because I think those spots "belong" to the campers there, and it feels like I'm intruding, even if campers aren't actually fishing or doing anything near the water.

Third fish!

The game plan was to swap the Rapala for a Reaction Innovations Little Dipper swimbait.  I was basically arming myself with my go-to lures with the Z-Man worm on one rod and the Little Dipper on the other rod to try and get something ... anything ... this morning.  It's like in football when times are tough, you give the ball to your best players.

First couple of spots, it was more of the same from yesterday -- nothing.  These looked like prime areas for smallmouth bass to roam if it was between April and September -- a lot of rocks and boulders peppering slow sections and calm pools. 

At another spot, after no interest with the Z-Man worm, I switched to the rod with the Little Dipper.  On the first cast, there was a disturbance on the other end that I haven't felt in a long time.  It was ... really?  .... could it be? ... a fish!  A feisty 12-inch smallmouth!  Took a pic, let it go, and cast near the same spot.  And another smallmouth bass, this one around the same size (I had to check the pictures later to confirm they were different fish).  Two smallmouth on back-to-back casts, the first fish I had caught in more than three months!

On to another spot, and managed to land a slightly larger smallmouth -- roughly 14 inches -- on the swimbait.  

I mentioned before that it's tough to catch smallmouth bass this time of year, but it was odder because these fish were in less than two feet of water.  I'm guessing that with the mild temps (water temp was 50-55), they stalk shallow areas as the sun comes up to warm the water.  Even though this morning was completely overcast.

Thanksgiving dinner -- turkey legs and potatoes!

Breakfast!

If you notice the red on my thumb, this
smallmouth bass actually bit me!  I felt the
fish clamping down, and it felt sharper than
the normal sandpaper-like "teeth."

Drumming up some dam walleye

Sunrise on Lewis and Clark Lake.

If you remember the post from last year, Karen and I took a road trip across the upper west/midwest/east with a stop with Rainydaze Guide Service to fish Rainy Lake along the Minnesota/Canada border.  This year, we trekked on a similar excursion -- starting in Idaho -- with a fishing trip booked with The Walleye Guys on Lewis and Clark Lake (Missouri River reservoir formed by Gavins Point Dam) on the Nebraska and South Dakota border.

Growing up, I watched just about every fishing show possible, and one of them was Tony Dean Oudoors, which seemed to target upper midwest and Canadian fisheries -- not the usual largemouth bass shows from southern U.S. states like Roland Martin, Bill Dance, Jimmy Houston, etc.  This was kind of a "bucket list" fishing experience since Tony had several shows on the Missouri River reservoirs and since my parents didn't fish, I had to experience real fishing vicariously through him.

Anyway, Karen and I met up with Brian Bashore last Wednesday and hit the river.  I mean, lake.  Hopefully to get some walleye and maybe a surprise fish species.

First northern pike in 25+ years!

We started off trolling crankbaits in Brian's four-stroke (super quiet) Ranger boat.  After an hour or so, we didn't have a bite.  He decided to turn off the motor and let us drift lead jigs with nightcrawlers, and we caught plenty of fish that way, but none of them walleye.  Karen caught freshwater drum, and I caught channel catfish.  Literally, she caught the drum, and I caught the catfish. (You don't find Mr. Whiskers; Mr. Whiskers finds you!)  None of them really decent size, but the drum put up a good fight.  After awhile, it was clear the walleye didn't want any part of the jigs/nightcrawlers, so we went back to trolling crankbaits in five-plus feet of water.  

Almost immediately, a fish hit a crankbait on one of the four rods.  Brian grabbed the rod and handed it off to me -- "That's a good one!"  I started reeling, and it certainly felt like a good fish, but I didn't know how much of that was from resistance as the boat continued to motor slowly through the water.  This was also a new experience as (I found out later) I should have kept the rod tip high and reeled in at a steady speed, as opposed to catching river smallmouth where I want to keep the rod tip low (sometimes in the water) to keep the fish from jumping, and play the fish more on lighter line.

We never saw this fish.  The line broke when it was 10- to 15-feet from the boat.  Brian swore it was a nice fish, whatever it was (big walleye or decent northern pike), but he guessed it was probably some toothy creature like a pike or walleye that sliced the line.

Brian helps Karen unhook a drum.

We continued to troll doing racetrack patterns around a flat, featureless part of the lake.

We got a couple walleye (biggest 20 inches), a sauger (first ever for me) and two small northern pike (first time catching those since I lived in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan), but none of them felt like that first fish.  It was probably a catfish anyway.

We boated around 20 fish total -- not a bad day considering the heat, and the boats circling around us didn't seem to be having much luck.

For next year, I'm already looking to something else.  I like catching walleye (they are good eating -- we kept one and the sauger, which is almost identical to a walleye) but they don't fight hard.  I prefer more of the challenge of casting and reeling over live bait or trolling (we did both last year on Rainy Lake, too).  I tried finding a guide for smallmouth bass on the Snake River in Idaho, but most guides seemed to fly fish for trout plus wanted $$$$.  Maybe smallmouth on the St. Lawrence River?  Big pike or muskie somewhere up north?  Maine smallmouth?  I really, really want to fish Lake Erie, but the weather plays a big part, and a trip could be cancelled at the last minute because of unstable conditions.

The biggest walleye we caught, about 20 inches.

Three's company, too

Big fish of the day, on the last cast.  It fell for a
swimbait "dying" on the bottom of the river

I haven't fished the other Patuxent river this year, so I gave it a try this morning.  The last couple years, this branch has been tough.  There just aren't that many fish, and they are usually small cookie-cutter size.  Although I have seem some bigger smallmouth cruising while observing from banks above the water, there is still always some hope of landing a nice fish.

The weather was great -- 65 degrees and overcast to start the morning.  I tied on a Heddon Zara Puppy in a bullfrog pattern on one rod and a Reaction Innovations Little Dipper on the other since the latter enticed fish last week on one of the other Patuxent branches.

First fish of the day, a scrappy cookie-cutter smallmouth bass.

On the very first cast with the Zara Puppy, a fish went after it just after plopping into the water.  It was probably a sunfish, but still, I thought it was going to be a good day for topwaters after that, but I only had one other bite the rest of the morning.

After an hour of hitting small pockets and pools, I finally got a fish to snare a Little Dipper.  About a 10-inch smallmouth.  Two casts later in about the same spot, another smallmouth was landed, maybe slightly bigger than the first one.

Then the action dried up.  No more bites and not much activity.  Even throwing lures in a few spots that always seem to get activity, the fish were on social distancing mode.

I trudged back upriver and decided to fish the same spot where I caught the two fish from before.  This time a Rapala floating minnow was in place of the Zara Puppy, and two smallmouth bass gave chase on the first cast.  I kept peppering the area with the swimbait and the Rapala.  I could even see fish below the surface, but they didn't seem interested in fake food.

A spot that has held fish before.  This time ... nothing.

I cast the swimbait in the perfect spot and reeled in steadily.  Two fish -- one small and one bigger -- emerged from the shadows in pursuit.  The bigger one seemed more intersted but it suddenly gave up.  I killed it -- the swimbait that is -- by letting the lure hit the bottom of the river.  This last dying act triggered the fish and it took the bait -- literally -- and scooped the lure into its mouth.

The smallmouth bass jumped twice but couldn't shake the hook free.  It looked close to 12 inches.  And  I decided to call it quits after that --  better to go out on a high note than flailing lures for the next half hour or so. 

A whole lotta action but not much catchin' (no pictures so dial-up safe)

Hit the usual local river this morning.  After some thunderstorms during the week, the river was down to normal levels but a bit murky.

This is about prime time for topwater, and I rigged up a the familiar Heddon Zara Puppy, and on the other rod, a Reaction Innovations Little Dipper swimbait.

The fish didn't seem interested in either offering initially, but then I started getting bites on the swimbait and some attacks on the Zara Puppy.  Finally after an hour, a smallmouth came out from nowhere and hit the swimbait about 10 feet in front of me.  It thrashed around and did an SDR (short-distance release) before I could get it out of the water.  It looked to be at least 12 inches, likely more.

In another spot a half hour or so later, a redbreast sunfish decided it was brunch time and snagged a Hubs Chub* that was chugging across the surface.  I contemplated keeping the fish because it was hand size, but it wriggled free when I was trying to take a picture.

On to another spot, and a smallmouth torpedoed the swimbait after a few casts.  It was a bit smaller than the first smallmouth, but it also did an SDR before I could take a picture and make it internet famous, and that was that.

I meandered down the river and tossed lures into a few spots without much interest from the fish.  At the turnaround point, I decided to switch things up with my mystery spinnerbait that I still have after almost three years.  After a few casts with nothing pursuing the little spinner, I tied on a classic Rapala floating minnow on my other rod.

The ol' Rapala is a pretty versatile lure.  On the first cast when I started reeling after it hit the water, I thought to myself, "Should I use it as a jerkbait?  Maybe just a steady retrieve?  It could be worked as as a topwater HOLY SHIT THAT'S A BIG FISH!"

An enormous smallmouth (by this river's standards -- at least 15 inches, maybe bigger) emerged from the stained depths and pounced on the Rapala.  I felt the tug on the other end and set the hook.  The fish pulled back briefly ... that was it.  This time an LDR (long-distance release) and freed itself from two treble hooks.

I didn't get any other bites after that, although there were some follows, but it was like a switch had turned off.

It was kind of like the Potomac last week -- it would have felt like a better trip if I actually landed every fish I hooked.

* Donated the Zara Puppy to a river tree so had to switch.  Also, no link to Hubs Chubs because they were discontinued earlier this year.

White men can't jump, and neither can walleye

Woody the Walleye can't jump.

Despite only catching two fish on the Upper Potomac this weekend, the fishing on the river might be better than last year?  I think.  We'll see.  The weather certainly has been less unpredictable with average rains and no sudden surges to the river level, unlike last year.

With that in mind, and me struggling to maintain focus on the LS swap in my 1982 Camaro (Fish?  Work on the car?  Fish?  Oh I can't fish for fun because of a pandemic.), the camping restrictions were lifted in Maryland, and Karen was back to her old SCCA Pro Solo self hitting F5 to reserve a spot on the C&O Canal Trail.

We got to our reserved spot yesterday around 3 p.m., and par for the course, found some squatters on our campsite.  They weren't around but had left their stuff on the site's picnic table.  Mmmmm, potato salad from Trader Joes that has been sun roasted while sitting on the picnic table for who knows how long ... I'm sure that will be great!

After unloading the car, Karen set up camp while I went fishing.  I hiked up to The Plateau, and wading into the water, the river looked murky -- visibility only a couple of feet -- and wasn't down yet to typical summer flow levels.  I made some casts with a Bio Bait DNA swimbait and had two hookups in the same spot.  Each fish jumped and shook the lure.  Both were smallmouth bass, maybe the same fish? They bit in the exact same spot.  It's rare for me to get a smallmouth on the line, get loose and have it hit again.

I tried a spinnerbait on my other rod but after some uneventful casts decided to switch lures to a Rebel Wee R shallow running crankbait.  The same lure I caught my biggest fish ever and my biggest smallmouth from the Little Patuxent River.  My spinning reel had a loop in the fishing line on the spool, and I basically cast the little crankbait out  to get the line straight.  But something tugged on the other end while reeling in.  I set the hook and -- thinking I had hooked another smallmouth, tried playing the fish to keep it from breaching and freeing itself like the previous two fish.

A tiny mushroom ... or a large maple seed.  Just behind our campsite.

The fish didn't jump, and as it got closer I saw why.  It was a walleye.  They are like Woody Harrelson from that 1990s movie -- they can't jump.

It was also far from legal size, so off it went to get bigger.  Good luck on learning how to jump.

After all that in 30 minutes or so, there was zero fish activity after that.  Nothing until I watched a smallmouth bass clamp down on a Bio Bait swimbait right in front of me and immediately spit it out.

Back at the campsite -- the same area where I first tried the Z-Man TRD finesse worm a few years ago -- another smallmouth hit the Bio Bait swimbait, jumped, and shook the lure.  After some casts, I moved a little upriver, then shuffled back down, and another smallmouth clamped on at the same spot as the earlier hookup.  It jumped and looked like the same fish!  Maybe 14 inches, a Potomac lunker for sure.  After the second jump, the line snapped.  That made it three smallmouth unhooking themselves, one spitting the lure out immediately, and one fish getting away because the fishing line snapped.  But there was that one Woody Walleye that couldn't jump.

Nothing after that, and I even tried after the sun dipped below the trees.

In the morning, the tweeting birds woke me up, and I fished behind the campsite again.

Nothing.

Hiking down to mile marker 69, this spot always has looked fishy.  It always does.  One of those things where it should be a prime spot, and it never is.  A fish or two here and there but no where close to prime fish real estate.

Three pictures of the natural dam, and damn if it would
only attract some fish.

Fast water into slack water, seemingly with multiple ambush points.   Several pools and eddies which look like spots where no smallmouth bass river fisherman should pass up.

This morning, more of the same.  Not one bite.

Finally, a smallmouth bass.

Back at the campsite, Karen and I heated maple sausage and scrambled eggs.  Afterwards, I decided to test out my patience with a baitcaster and a spinnerbait behind the campsite.  Not my favorite combination because I'm still trying to get the hang of baitcasting reels, and spinnerbaits don't seem to produce much for me.

So some casts.  Nothing.

A bird's nest, sorted out and some more casts.

Nothing.

OK, one more cast.

And a fish hit!  If I didn't see and land the fish, I would have sworn it was at least 14 inches, that's how much of a tug it was.  But it was maybe 11 inches, if that.  

That made it two fish for the weekend.  Looking back on my fishing log (not blog, an actual log I have been keeping the last few years), I made four trips to the Potomac at this point last year and only caught one smallmouth.  Now it's one trip with a smallmouth and a walleye.  Maybe it will better this time around.

While the fish didn't cooperate much this weekend, we saw lots of birds tweeting around our campsite.  Bluebirds, yellow finches, among others we don't usually see at the backyard bird feeder.

Smallmouth social distancing: Nobody hates rainbows

Double smallmouth, what's it mean?

Because of some virus thing, my birthday fishing trip on the Susquehanna River last month was pushed back.  Karen booked a trip with Jason Shay of Susquehanna Smallmouth Solutions, and the recreational fishing restrictions were lifted in Pennsylvania last week, and we hit the river yesterday.

Jason texted me teaser pics of fish he and his client had caught the day before.  Apparently, the smallmouth were hammering jerkbaits, and he said they "put on a show."

Unfortunately, the fish went on social distancing mode for us.  Karen and I got to the boat ramp and hopped right in Jason's AlumaRyder boat right away.  We jetted up to the same spot Jason was at yesterday, and there was another boat anchored in the area but not fishing the exact spot we wanted.  We started casting Lucky Craft Pointer jerkbaits and waited for the show to start.

And waited.

And waited.

Surprise rainbow!

Jason got the first fish, and I got one a little while later.  Then another boat showed up and basically parked right at the spot where we were casting.  It reminded me of "Dicks in a Lund," a phrase my friend and I used fishing in Minnesota when I was 15 or so.  We were using the campground's low-dollar rental boats, just a couple kids trying to catch some fish, and Dicks in a Lund would motor through like they were The Walleye Kings of the World.  These Smallmouth Kings of the Susquehanna didn't seem to mind us all but bouncing our lures off the side of their boat.  Even when Pete Holmes*, one of Susquehanna Smallmouth Solutions other guides, parked down river from us.

*Pete also has an AlumaRyder boat nearly identical to Jason's, but his is longer.

A little while later, I had a good hit on the Pointer jerkbait.  Started reeling as Jason went for the net.  I got the fish next to the boat and could tell it wasn't a smallmouth.  Just before netting the fish, it took us a second to realize what kind of fish was at the other end of the line.  And then when the fish was hoisted from the water, the silver and pink sparkled in the sunlight -- a rainbow trout, about 14 inches long.

That goes up there with the flathead catfish and northern map turtle as odd catches.  No walleyes, no muskies, not even sunfish.  Just smallmouth bass and something uncommon.

We weren't getting much action after that, and even more boats showed up or coasted through the area to hit Sherman's Creek. What works in one area one day sometimes doesn't work the very next day, and that's why they call it fishing and not catching. So we decided to move and hit some other spots.

Karen with a fish she called
Stripey McStripeface.

Alternating between spinnerbaits and River2Sea Whopper Ploppers, action was scarce.  Karen had a big topwater blowup on a Whopper Plopper, and I had a fish lunge at a spinnerbait just as I pulled the lure out of the water.  Both fish were easily 22 inches.  Easily.

Maybe.

I think I caught one smallmouth on the spinnerbait, and Jason had a couple more.  Otherwise, we would get to a "fishy" spot that had promise and not get anything.  Several places looked familiar where we caught fish in the past.

Jason got a text later that Pete and his clients had found some fish near where we started, so we headed there.  This area was packed!  At one point, I counted 14 other boats within sight.

It was a complete change of pace from before, though.  Instead of casting and reeling spinnerbaits and hardbaits, we were using Z-Man finesse lures and just dragging them slowly on the bottom.  The theory was that the bass would get angry at something sliding through their beds.  

Karen caught four or five fish and I caught two with three coming off right at the boat.  We even had a double! A couple of the fish had awesome patterns like iconic smallmouth pictures and paintings. The bite was very subtle, almost like the fish were picking the lures up just to move them.

We booked another trip for July, and hopefully with social distancing restrictions lessening in Maryland, Karen and I can go camping along the Potomac River and catch Maryland/Virginia/West Virginia smallmouth.

Our Subaru at the Fort Hunter boat ramp with a much more
common orange Crosstrek.

Sunrise on the Susquehanna and a hint of rain --
excellent formula for a rainbow.

Boat traffic -- there are at least six in this picture.

Karen's first fish of the day.

My first smallmouth of the day.

Fishing for necessity so now Mr. Whiskers is in deep trouble

Jerkbait comparison -- Yo-Zuri 3DB (top) vs Lucky Craft Pointer.
Which is best at putting fish to table?  Read below.

Because of this Covid-19 thing, the Maryland DNR has ruled with an iron fist that there is to be no recreational hunting, fishing or boating.  If you participate in any of those activities, you must be doing so because you want to put food on your table.

"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." -- Jesus H. Christ

It's OK to gather in masses to walk, run and bike and other essential activities on trails next to a river, but if you're fishing by yourself with nobody in sight along that same river, you better be fishing for food.

So that's what I did today.  Showed up at 7:30 a.m. before anybody reported for essential activities like biking and jogging and walking.  I picked out the best corner-parking space to suit up with a quickness and hit the river.

I've caught plenty of smallmouth bass on this river but I've also hooked catfish, trout and sunfish.  Those would certainly be tasty -- I've wanted to slap a catfish on the smoker for awhile.  Gut it, fill its innards with spices, onions, peppers, etc., and roll coal!

My dilemma is that I don't know how to fish for catfish.  From what I've read on the internet, chicken livers are great for enticing them.  But in these dire times, it doesn't make sense to use food to catch food.  Considering I have an arsenal of lures that have caught catfish (and trout and panfish) in the past, why not use those.

Where all the catfish hang out.  Or maybe not.

Where do catfish hang out?  On a recent fishing show, the presenters sought out logs and other river debris where the catfish parked waiting for chicken livers and other baitfish.  I found an ideal spot this morning where a downed tree created a dam that looked like a good spot for Mr. Whiskers (or maybe trout and sunfish that taste good and are by no means recreational to catch).

Catfish are bottom feeders, and with that in mind, I started off with a Z-Man Finesse TRD worm in chicken liver brown.  I made a few casts, snagged the lure, changed to another Z-man worm that was a purplish chicken liver brown.  Mr. Whiskers was being deceptively clever.

Soon it became apparent Mr. Whiskers (and delicious sunfish and trout) were not going to cooperate in this area with my quest to put un-recreational food on the table, so I moved to another spot.

And another.

And another.

And another.

Some fish nudged the lures (literally watched a fish do this that I didn't feel through the rod) and had a few bites.

Dang illegal (sub 12 inches) bit a Z-man worm.

I switched lures and tried just about everything but a topwater (even though Mr. Whiskers does in fact enjoy smashing topwater lures on occasion), but the fish must have caught on to the social distancing.

(Side note:  I should learn from my friends Kirk and Adam how to use a bow to hunt essential deer.  I saw two does this morning that stood there ripe for the pickings.)

(Side note 2: Also, ducks.)

(Side note 3: Also, geese.)

Eventually after a few hours, I meandered back upriver to a spot, tossed a Z-man worm in a greenish chicken liver color and a fish hit!!  Oh man, dinner for tonight!  Fire up the smoker!!

Unfortunately, it was just a smallmouth bass that wasn't even legal to keep.  It was my first fish of the year, though.

This is the same picture from the top of the page.  My DINFOS
training tells me to "break up the text" to make it more readable.
And here we are.  Yo-Zuri on top, Pointer on bottom.

The day was kind of productive in that I can write about Part 2 of my 10-part installment on jerkbaits.   You might remember last time about the Bomber Long A.  Today I packed a Lucky Craft Pointer 78 in a chicken-liver-flavored minnow pattern, and a Yo-Zuri 3DB with perch coloring and a hint of chicken liver.

The Pointer 78 runs shallow and has a slow rise. The action is good and not erratic --- it's close to a Rapala Shadow Rap, but is slightly shorter and has a more rounded body.  One of those lures to keep along with the Rapala -- sometimes it will work better, or the other one will tempt the fish.

Next was the Yo-Zuri.  It is similar in size to the Rapala Shadow Rap but has a fancy mylar tinsel tail on the rear treble hook.  It runs deeper than the Pointer 78 and suspends wherever it ends up in the water column.  The lure immediately went down and just stayed there. It could almost be worked like a jig -- especially in this shallow river -- scraping the bottom while not floating toward the surface.

Casting practice

Jerkbait comparison: Bomber Long A vs. Rapala Shadow Rap.

I social distanced myself away to fish a river for smallmouth bass for the first time this year.  Surprisingly in my "secret spot," I encountered a guy walking his dog.  I've seen maybe two or three people ever here, and this one time where everybody should be hunkering down in their houses, somebody is out and about.

After almost 80 degrees on Friday, the weather had cooled off a bunch, which I was afraid might affect the bite.  Water was fairly clear and 50 degrees and skies were mostly sunny.

I started off with a Bomber Long A jerkbait (see below) and a Z-Man Finesse TRD worm and didn't have any bites or follows.  I snagged a couple worms on the bottom and switched to a Reaction Innovations Little Dipper figuring it would be easier to control it, i.e., not snagging it.  Still nothing, so I moved to another section.

After a few casts, I felt a hit on the Little Dipper, set the hook and started reeling.  The fish jumped -- a smallmouth, maybe 10 inches -- but got off a few feet before I could land it.  But an almost-fish on the first fishing expedition of the year is still better than nothing.

After awhile, I switched to a Rapala Shadow Rap.  No bites on that, but a smallmouth did follow the lure back.

I called it quits after around two hours.  It was one of those things where it felt like the fish were almost ready to cooperate before a spring smallmouth frenzy if water temps would only climb a few degrees.

I've mentioned a few times about buying a bunch of jerkbaits in ... jeez, 2018 ... and comparing the different lures.  Today I packed a Bomber Long A, and first impressions were ... I wasn't impressed.  I like jerkbaits that suspend in place on the pause, but the Bomber rose to the surface too fast.  To me the standard on jerkbaits is the Rapala Shadow Rap, and it's not just because I caught my biggest smallmouth on one.  Using the standard jerk-jerk-pause and count to five, and the Rapala barely rises up.

Maybe next weekend will require more social distancing.  Also in two weeks, Karen and I are going to fish with Jason Shay of Susquehanna Smallmouth Solutions.  Pennsylvania says hunting and fishing is "essential" during these times for providing food, so the fishing trip won't ge canceled.

2019 is thankfully over (year in review)

Google Overlord Big Brother was kind enough
to track the fishing trip in August on Rainy Lake.

Last year was tough for fishing.  For whatever reason, the smallmouth bite on the Potomac and Susquehanna was pretty bleak.  I simply stopped fishing the Potomac.

However on the Little Patuxent, it was business as usual -- typical average of about one fish an hour after the weather warmed up.  I keep meaning to try winter fishing but usually chicken out.  Late winter or early fall trips have never been conducive for catching smallmouth.  And then trout stocking starts, so there are suddenly people fishing when I usually have water all to myself.

The good thing about poor fishing is that I didn't run out of fishing lures.  I'm still well stocked on Z-Man worms and Reaction Innovations swimbaits.  And one of these days I may do a review of the handful of different jerkbaits I've acquired.

2020 marked my first ever trip to Canada during our Wyoming-to-Maryland road trip.  Even though I spent four years stationed at K.I. Sawyer Air Force Base in da Upper Peninsula of Michigan, I had never been to Canada.  Karen and I fished on Rainy Lake with Rainydaze Guide Service and caught a few smallmouth bass and walleye.  We never actually set foot in Canada, just fished across the border after launching from Minnesota.

Google (AKA, Big Brother) e-mailed me a "Google Maps Timeline" for my activity a week ago covering my activity in 2020.  Kind of cool and creepy at the same time.  The map above shows the fishing trip on Rainy Lake.  I didn't realize at the time we had ventured that far north!

I actually keep a log in Excel, and last year I caught 66 smallmouth bass, 10 failfish, six walleye, six largemouth bass, five sunfish and two trout.  In past years, I've landed 100+ smallmouth.

Hopefully, smallmouth fishing is better this year on the Potomac and Susquehanna.  I've seen some information here and there of people already catching smallmouth on the Potomac even though winter is supposed to be tough going. 

Karen already booked my "birthday trip" with Susquehanna Smallmouth Solutions on April 11.  I'm also trying to figure out what to do for our "road trip" this year.  Smallmouth fishing in Oregon? Washington state? Idaho?  All three?  Stay tuned!