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First, the fishing stuff. I launched around 8:15 yesterday onto the Tuckahoe from New Bridge road ramp armed with perch stuff, including live minnows and nightcrawlers. The thought was that the yellows might be starting to make their way up from the Choptank to their spawning grounds and I might be able to get them by bottom-bouncing a minnow-tipped jig or using a double bottom rig. Well, I overestimated their departure from the bigger rivers and underestimated the impact the rain would have on the clarity of the creek. There was also a ripping full moon tide to contend with. I worked down towards the Choptank finding troughs and holes and shoreline structure but was unable to get anything except a handful of micro-catfish. It was my first time ever targeting yellows so expectations were low. I ran into two guys on a boat who had gone up-creek from the launch and they also said they got zero bites. But, I'll add in the winter fishing tagline- "It was beautiful out there though!" And it was. Yellows, 1. Matt, 0.
Ok, so the peacocks. This was unreal. I was working a bend in the creek enjoying the solitude when what I thought was some blue garbage up on shore caught my eye. I was kind of ticked off at first because it's the middle of nowhere and it seems like ultimate laziness to litter in such a beautiful place. I don't know what kind of trash my brain attributed such a vibrant turquoise blue to, but whatever. As I went back to focusing on fishing, the blue moved, which definitely surprised me. I looked up, and as my eyes sort of focused in on the shape of things, I realized that up on shore were four full-blow PEACOCKS. Just strutting around the woods like it was nothing. I've seen some weird stuff at boat launches at 4am, but peacocks definitely take the cake for weird sightings while fishing. I assume they belonged to the house up on the bank behind them, but there was no fence I could see which I thought was pretty cool. I guess when you live out that way you can get whatever pets you want. Bada$$ choice by those folks.
Anyways, for the rest of the trip I would occassionally hear peacock calls along the shore which was pretty cool. Now back to your regularly-scheduled winter doldrums...
First, the fishing stuff. I launched around 8:15 yesterday onto the Tuckahoe from New Bridge road ramp armed with perch stuff, including live minnows and nightcrawlers. The thought was that the yellows might be starting to make their way up from the Choptank to their spawning grounds and I might be able to get them by bottom-bouncing a minnow-tipped jig or using a double bottom rig. Well, I overestimated their departure from the bigger rivers and underestimated the impact the rain would have on the clarity of the creek. There was also a ripping full moon tide to contend with. I worked down towards the Choptank finding troughs and holes and shoreline structure but was unable to get anything except a handful of micro-catfish. It was my first time ever targeting yellows so expectations were low. I ran into two guys on a boat who had gone up-creek from the launch and they also said they got zero bites. But, I'll add in the winter fishing tagline- "It was beautiful out there though!" And it was. Yellows, 1. Matt, 0.
Ok, so the peacocks. This was unreal. I was working a bend in the creek enjoying the solitude when what I thought was some blue garbage up on shore caught my eye. I was kind of ticked off at first because it's the middle of nowhere and it seems like ultimate laziness to litter in such a beautiful place. I don't know what kind of trash my brain attributed such a vibrant turquoise blue to, but whatever. As I went back to focusing on fishing, the blue moved, which definitely surprised me. I looked up, and as my eyes sort of focused in on the shape of things, I realized that up on shore were four full-blow PEACOCKS. Just strutting around the woods like it was nothing. I've seen some weird stuff at boat launches at 4am, but peacocks definitely take the cake for weird sightings while fishing. I assume they belonged to the house up on the bank behind them, but there was no fence I could see which I thought was pretty cool. I guess when you live out that way you can get whatever pets you want. Bada$$ choice by those folks.
Anyways, for the rest of the trip I would occassionally hear peacock calls along the shore which was pretty cool. Now back to your regularly-scheduled winter doldrums...
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