Thanks everyone for the kind words, sorry for my absence I've been busy with work, I usually work the evenings and the hardest part of early morning fishing... is waking up haha. But for once I won the tug of war with my brain and fishing became more desirable than an extra hour of sleep:
6:00am right and early, I'll be honest most of my fishing is done in the evening... So the setting is unfamiliar and refreshing to me
I started off by tying on a size 10 white popper. A buddy of mine was really hyping this up, going on and on about how everything hits this, from small sunfish, big sunfish, and even bass! either he was lying, or has better luck than me. Because I used this fly for an hour on this spot and nothing. No strikes, Oh but left and right there was fishing rising, coming up aggressively and eating something. After an hour of frustration, I took a quick drive and tried a different pond.
It was around 7:00 and was beginning to get a little warmer, but It was't stopping the action I was seeing on the water. The fish were smacking the top of the water, not just ripples but splashes! Still believing in the all mighty ways of poppers, I made cast, after cast, after cast. Around the cover, parallel to the bank, perpendicular. Not once did something strike it. I would let it sit till the ripples went away, pop it irregularly, everything in the book. And then just to throw it in my face, as soon as I left an area, the fish would start rising and making splashes again. They were mocking me. Losing my patience I tied on a size 10 dragonfly nymph imitation. Trying to "match the hatch" I saw dragonfly's swarming in and around the lily pads, I figured the fish may be picky today but even then, after 30 minutes of no hits, I took a break, I stepped away from the water and just enjoyed the nature.
After the small meditation I clipped of the imitation and tied on the Ol' reliable gold bead headed copper john.
I went with my slow steady retrieve while occasionally jerking the rod tip. Casting around the cover, I made a cast in between two patches of lily pads, The nypmh settled, one slow strip, two jerky strip-
The fish was on!
I bluegill? Anything, I was desperate but the fight was unlike I've had in a long time. My rod bent more than I've seen before, if it was a bluegill it was a HOG. The fish dove from structure to structure, he was giving my 4wt some much needed exercise. I grab him out of the weeds only to reveal this beauty.
He probably wasn't over one pound, but he was my second bass on the fly. But size doesn't always mean everything right? He sure didn't let his size keep him from fighting hard.
The strike was so subtle at first I thought I thought it was a snag, but I was glad for that fish, after a few quick pictures he was released. Maybe someone will catch him again and he will two more pounds on him.
After my that catch with the copper john, I retraced my steps and hit all the areas I did previously with the popper with no luck. But hey, a one fish day is better than a no fish day.
Thanks for reading,