First, the disclaimer: personal bests may not mean as much when the biggest rock you've ever caught was 20" and you had never caught a pickerel until earlier in the week...
Headed back to Weems around noon hoping the fishing would be as good as on Monday. It was a lot windier than I expected, so what the heck, decided to start up the creek in the same cove I had fished a few days ago. The water was a lot lower and there wasn't as much shade so wasn't sure what to expect. I still had the same black Mepps that was killing it before rigged up on rod #1 but it didn't get a single sniff in the first 10 or 15 casts. Thinking I was mainly going to be catching small fish if any at all, I also had brought along my ultralight that I use for stocked trout with a white Mepps. The first cast on the UL picked up a small perch. Then a few more over the next 10 minutes (all a lot smaller than Monday), followed by a maybe 12" rock. I was kind of daydreaming about how the color of the hair on a spinner could really make a difference, when BAM, the drag just took off. At first I thought maybe it was a huge pickerel, but I hadn't cast towards the shore and this seemed way bigger anyway. I really needed to be careful on the 6 lb test, so I feel like I fought for almost 90 seconds before I caught good sight of it about 20 feet from the yak - definitely the biggest rock I had ever hooked.
After another couple of minutes I managed to get it near the boat and realized I had no idea whatsoever on how to deal with a fish this size on a yak. I had caught a skate and a small shark before, but I knew those weren't getting anywhere near the inside of my kayak, but this I wanted to measure and get a picture while being extra careful not to break the line and leave a big striper with a lure in its mouth. Well, I got the pic, but not the measurement, and the pic is kind of crappy and doesn't do the size justice. Judging by how high I was holding my arm when the tail left the water, I swear it was 30 inches - and fat. Now, I'm totally willing to admit that maybe my eyes deceived me, and if someone says "Bollocks, man, no way is a 30" striper that far up Weems Creek," I'll demure. But still easily the biggest fish I ever caught on the kayak (skate excluded).
I didn't get another bite in the cove for the next 15 minutes, so moved across the creek and fished the rip-rap and docks. Caught a few more perch (no real size) and two decent pickerel before crossing back again and working the same terrain on the other side. I was chatting with a bunch of dudes crabbing off one of the docks while casting a gulp minnow to the shore when I got another big hit and a fish taking drag. This time, the culprit revealed himself quickly by jumping out of the water - a pretty dang massive pickerel, several inches longer and like double the girth of any I had caught before. It was fun having my own cheering section from the docks as I brought in, but realize I must of looked like a total wuss trying to figure out how to unhook it while avoiding the teeth. He/she just refused to chill out any time I tried to grab it, but luckily managed to spit the hook before I embarrassed myself further.
I figured that was as good as I could expect for the day and paddled the short distance back to the launch, casting the gulp along the way. Managed to grab another 20" rock that fought like crazy before getting back. No problems boating and unhooking that one, but no witnesses either.
I feel spoiled. And I also plan to be much better prepared the next time I'm lucky enough to catch a fish that's more than a handful.
Headed back to Weems around noon hoping the fishing would be as good as on Monday. It was a lot windier than I expected, so what the heck, decided to start up the creek in the same cove I had fished a few days ago. The water was a lot lower and there wasn't as much shade so wasn't sure what to expect. I still had the same black Mepps that was killing it before rigged up on rod #1 but it didn't get a single sniff in the first 10 or 15 casts. Thinking I was mainly going to be catching small fish if any at all, I also had brought along my ultralight that I use for stocked trout with a white Mepps. The first cast on the UL picked up a small perch. Then a few more over the next 10 minutes (all a lot smaller than Monday), followed by a maybe 12" rock. I was kind of daydreaming about how the color of the hair on a spinner could really make a difference, when BAM, the drag just took off. At first I thought maybe it was a huge pickerel, but I hadn't cast towards the shore and this seemed way bigger anyway. I really needed to be careful on the 6 lb test, so I feel like I fought for almost 90 seconds before I caught good sight of it about 20 feet from the yak - definitely the biggest rock I had ever hooked.
After another couple of minutes I managed to get it near the boat and realized I had no idea whatsoever on how to deal with a fish this size on a yak. I had caught a skate and a small shark before, but I knew those weren't getting anywhere near the inside of my kayak, but this I wanted to measure and get a picture while being extra careful not to break the line and leave a big striper with a lure in its mouth. Well, I got the pic, but not the measurement, and the pic is kind of crappy and doesn't do the size justice. Judging by how high I was holding my arm when the tail left the water, I swear it was 30 inches - and fat. Now, I'm totally willing to admit that maybe my eyes deceived me, and if someone says "Bollocks, man, no way is a 30" striper that far up Weems Creek," I'll demure. But still easily the biggest fish I ever caught on the kayak (skate excluded).
I didn't get another bite in the cove for the next 15 minutes, so moved across the creek and fished the rip-rap and docks. Caught a few more perch (no real size) and two decent pickerel before crossing back again and working the same terrain on the other side. I was chatting with a bunch of dudes crabbing off one of the docks while casting a gulp minnow to the shore when I got another big hit and a fish taking drag. This time, the culprit revealed himself quickly by jumping out of the water - a pretty dang massive pickerel, several inches longer and like double the girth of any I had caught before. It was fun having my own cheering section from the docks as I brought in, but realize I must of looked like a total wuss trying to figure out how to unhook it while avoiding the teeth. He/she just refused to chill out any time I tried to grab it, but luckily managed to spit the hook before I embarrassed myself further.
I figured that was as good as I could expect for the day and paddled the short distance back to the launch, casting the gulp along the way. Managed to grab another 20" rock that fought like crazy before getting back. No problems boating and unhooking that one, but no witnesses either.
I feel spoiled. And I also plan to be much better prepared the next time I'm lucky enough to catch a fish that's more than a handful.
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