Kevin and I hit Wheatley Lake Wednesday afternoon to see if we could scare up any of the recently stocked trout and maybe some crappie. I picked up a small crappie right off the bat, which is almost as bad (as it turns out) as catching a fish on your first cast. It hit my firetiger Rapala as I reeled it over a submerged brush pile:
I cruised up to the spot where I started catching them last time we hit the lake. Trout were jumping everywhere. I cast the Rapala, various spinners, and a Tiny Torpedo, but only managed to pick up two trout. Here's the biggest:
Both trout hit the Rapala. I had two blow-ups on the Torpedo, but both were short strikes. I think it was a bass that struck at it because I picked up a little bass in the same spot on a white Rooster Tail.
I trolled the Rapala a bit and missed several hits. I picked up a few more small bass casting into brush piles and missed a couple strikes on a curly tail grub I jigged over the piles. There were lots of fish around, but they seemed reluctant to commit. There was a hatch of some sort going on, midges, I think, and the fish were more interested in them than anything we had to offer. I wish I brought a fly rod because I think I could've cleaned up.
Kevin had similar luck, but I'm not sure what he caught his fish on. My fish finder wasn't working, and I wish I could've seen what was going on under my yak. I've really enjoyed the freshwater fishing I've done this year, and this trip was no exception.
I cruised up to the spot where I started catching them last time we hit the lake. Trout were jumping everywhere. I cast the Rapala, various spinners, and a Tiny Torpedo, but only managed to pick up two trout. Here's the biggest:
Both trout hit the Rapala. I had two blow-ups on the Torpedo, but both were short strikes. I think it was a bass that struck at it because I picked up a little bass in the same spot on a white Rooster Tail.
I trolled the Rapala a bit and missed several hits. I picked up a few more small bass casting into brush piles and missed a couple strikes on a curly tail grub I jigged over the piles. There were lots of fish around, but they seemed reluctant to commit. There was a hatch of some sort going on, midges, I think, and the fish were more interested in them than anything we had to offer. I wish I brought a fly rod because I think I could've cleaned up.
Kevin had similar luck, but I'm not sure what he caught his fish on. My fish finder wasn't working, and I wish I could've seen what was going on under my yak. I've really enjoyed the freshwater fishing I've done this year, and this trip was no exception.
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