Ictalurus (Bill) and kevinfry (Kevin) met me at Jonas Green park this morning. We headed upstream to a nearby creek and began to fish. One portion of the creek was exposed to the wind, making a very fast drift -- none of us caught fish there today. The other portion was out of the wind and much warmer. But one section of typically productive shoreline was filled with floes of skim ice that made casting and retrieving impossible for the first hour.
We worked different sections of the creek for the next two hours. Bill picked up three pickerel, Kevin caught three (his first Severn pickerel -- one of them is shown in the photos), and I caught six little ones. I spent more time today casting to shallow shorelines and flats that had not produced bites on my previous trips. Today, I picked up at least two of my fish in new areas. The other guys fished artificials, while I stuck with live minnows.
I watched the hookup made by one of my fish. I had just wound the line back in and let the minnow hang just off the bow. I saw a 12" pickerel swim over and snatch the minnow. I had only a few feet of line out, but the little rascal still bent the pole. A few minutes earlier, I watched another small pickerel chase the minnow back to the boat, then veer off. I opened the bail to let the jig sink -- the fish hit the minnow on the drop and pulled for a few seconds before letting go. That was great fun watching their antics.
After two hours of fishing, I returned to the park. Bill and Kevin continued on to try out a different creek. I look forward to their reports.
We worked different sections of the creek for the next two hours. Bill picked up three pickerel, Kevin caught three (his first Severn pickerel -- one of them is shown in the photos), and I caught six little ones. I spent more time today casting to shallow shorelines and flats that had not produced bites on my previous trips. Today, I picked up at least two of my fish in new areas. The other guys fished artificials, while I stuck with live minnows.
I watched the hookup made by one of my fish. I had just wound the line back in and let the minnow hang just off the bow. I saw a 12" pickerel swim over and snatch the minnow. I had only a few feet of line out, but the little rascal still bent the pole. A few minutes earlier, I watched another small pickerel chase the minnow back to the boat, then veer off. I opened the bail to let the jig sink -- the fish hit the minnow on the drop and pulled for a few seconds before letting go. That was great fun watching their antics.
After two hours of fishing, I returned to the park. Bill and Kevin continued on to try out a different creek. I look forward to their reports.
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