Buzzard Lake 8am Blue skies with big white clouds air temp 54 water temp 62 lite wind
I was up at Buzzard early and in the water not more than 10 minutes before the first strike and tug, less than 30 feet from the launch, Big strong Bow, it dug down and headed for the deepest part of the pond making my reel sing that sweet song. Into my backing before it quit, what impressed me to most about this fish was just how big in the shoulders it was. I couldn't get my hand around it. it measured only 17 inches fought hard like it was the king of the lake.
Then after I set it free it was the longest time before I got my next strike I thought many time do I still have a fly on only to strip in all the way to see, nope not fouled, not full of weeds, OK change out I did this many times.I when into the deep water the shallow water I tried different speeds of retrieve still nothing. After almost a hour I got a slight bump, (must of been a weed) no it was a bump then another one nothing hard just a little tap tap tap. then came the fright train smash on a very slow strip.
Another hawg but this one didn't run as far or as fast but did come out of the water twice. On the second leap into the air my line went limp and I thought for sure I had lost it, I started bring in my line to check the fly stripping in maybe 10-15 feet then all of a sudden my rod tip took a dip behind me the fish had made a 40 plus run and ran right under me a behind me. I kicked and spun the boat around he had headed into the Lilly pads. it took a while to get it out and into the net. My fly the Punkinhead was deep down his throat to the point I had to be careful to get it out, with out hurting him.Able to get it out with the hemostats and spent the time to get him going again.
I clipped my tippit up a few inches and put the fly back on I was a good 30 minutes later that I hooked up with another fish and while playing this one out, a pick-up pulled up with a couple of guys that were drunk and loud, laughing and caring on throwing beer cans in the water and then pulled out an aluminium boat out of the back throwing a couple of rods in a plastic tackle box in dropping a battery in and one fell in the water while trying to put the ice chest in the boat.
He stripped down to his shorts and and the other guy found some what looked like women sweet pants that were way to big for his waist and only came up below his knees. It was funny.
They get in the boat banging the ores, sliding the ice cheat back and forth making enough noise to wake the dead in the next state then I watched one of them pull out maybe 20 foot of line, pulled it back and put a chunck of power bait on it.
I figured that any fish had just moved to the far end of the lake so I headed that way. away from them. On the way I did hook into a small bow of maybe 10 inches and they both saw it and made a bee line to head my way. Splashing the ores and yelling for me to let them see it. At that point after showing them the fish I turned and headed back to shore and packed my stuff up to leave. by the time I was ready they were back by the launch and asked me if I would like one of their beers.I respectfully told them "NO thanks, I'm done for the day.
It was still early enough for me to head over to Big Green and be in the water before 11:30 so that where I headed. When I got there a young couple in their I'd say twenties were just getting out and putting their kayaks on top of the car. Once again I had the water to myself.
Big Green 11:30 filtered sun @ 61 wind maybe 4mph water temp 66
Lots of fish in BG after the rehab. but it had been a while since I was here and the last time the was back in the spring. I think?????????
I still had on a Punkinhead on my deep sink and a chromimide on the bobber lobber so I set out with just the two rods, I could see some smaller fish close to the launch swimming about so I headed out across to the other side and into deeper water about half way I pitched out the fast sink and let it settle down while I keep kicking and it wasn't very long before I had my first tug,. I know it wasn't close to the bottom. so I lifted the rod and striped in a 8 inch fishy..this time without kicking I pitch out maybe 45 ft. and just let it sink let out some more line and then started kicking again. with rod in hand I got the hit damn near ripping the rod out of my hand. Thunk snapped off.
Strip in retye and cast let the wind move me. In 24 feet of water 40 seconds before stripping on a long 50 cast there we go fish on again and again the wind keep moving out into shallow waters so I would row back up pitch out count and BAM fish on. biggest was a 16 a few 14s and 5-6 12s, never did use the bobber lobber and by 2 I was tired of the wind and headed for the launch for home and lunch.
Yes I believe I had a good Labor Day had some entertainment by some drunk clowns caught some fish at not one but two lake a couple of them were toads and strong.
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