Like many folks this December, my house has been visited by the COVID virus – despite a full regimen of vaccines, up to six since this miserable pandemic started.
After 8 days of quarantine and two negative tests I needed to get out.
So, yesterday I traveled across the bridge (the new traffic lane controls are nice by the way) to one of my favorite pickerel sites.
And here is what I saw – Ice covering about a quarter of the pond including some my most productive areas.
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It was thicker than skim ice but not so thick I could not plow through it.
Knowing that a chain pickerel likes a roof over its head, such as a dock or vegetation, I thought the ice might serve that purpose. So, I cast parallel to the ice hoping to entice a hungry fish to come out and chase my fly. It did not work.
Next, I started casting to the ice, and then sliding my fly slowly across the ice and over the edge hoping they would follow it underneath.
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That worked for this little guy:
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But in truth it was a tough bite yesterday. Perhaps the ice and approaching cold front put them down. They simply were not actively biting.
I caught only 4 picks with this lttle fella being the largest:
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And then just as I decided to leave, and perhaps as the ultimate sign of the futility of my efforts, I noticed that I had audience:
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I felt the eyes of this flock of black vultures watching me. Perhaps they saw an old guy fishing and were hoping I would keel over. I was glad to disappoint them. Obviously, they did not know I had tested negative.
All I can say is that a day of slow fishing is much better than another day in quarantine.
The weather forecast next week promises to produce even more ice. Yesterday may have been my last outing of the year.
After 8 days of quarantine and two negative tests I needed to get out.
So, yesterday I traveled across the bridge (the new traffic lane controls are nice by the way) to one of my favorite pickerel sites.
And here is what I saw – Ice covering about a quarter of the pond including some my most productive areas.
P1060766.jpg
P1060768.jpg
It was thicker than skim ice but not so thick I could not plow through it.
Knowing that a chain pickerel likes a roof over its head, such as a dock or vegetation, I thought the ice might serve that purpose. So, I cast parallel to the ice hoping to entice a hungry fish to come out and chase my fly. It did not work.
Next, I started casting to the ice, and then sliding my fly slowly across the ice and over the edge hoping they would follow it underneath.
P1060773A.jpg
That worked for this little guy:
P1060769A.jpg
But in truth it was a tough bite yesterday. Perhaps the ice and approaching cold front put them down. They simply were not actively biting.
I caught only 4 picks with this lttle fella being the largest:
P1060777.jpg
And then just as I decided to leave, and perhaps as the ultimate sign of the futility of my efforts, I noticed that I had audience:
P1060778A.jpg
I felt the eyes of this flock of black vultures watching me. Perhaps they saw an old guy fishing and were hoping I would keel over. I was glad to disappoint them. Obviously, they did not know I had tested negative.
All I can say is that a day of slow fishing is much better than another day in quarantine.
The weather forecast next week promises to produce even more ice. Yesterday may have been my last outing of the year.
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