Springtime At Last!!!!!
It's here, it's here!
Well, almost.
I had the fever.
Had to get out and check on my ole pals, the Smallies.
Got to my favorite "brown line" about 9:30 this morning. I used the "Mike's Place" access.
Immediatley upon getting out of the truck I knew I was a bit early. That breeze was rather cool.
Relax, I said to myself, it's been over 70 for days now. These fish are on.
Any fisherman who can't lie to himself on demand is no fisherman.
So I hit the water, wading wet. This spot demands way too many miles of walking to wear waders.
Upon entering the water my first thought was "hmm, maybe I've made a mistake". But I hung in and got used to it, almost.
I caught this little but very important first Bass of the year at my first hole.
After that fish I had to wade a bit deeper to keep going. Yep, had to go 'that' deep.
Did I mention a cold wind was blowing?
So I start walking and prospecting my way upstream. I wanted to fish the hole above the truck.
I found out upon my arrival at the hole that I had pulled my first (of many I'm sure) boneheaded moves. I'd left my spools of leader material on the counter at home.
So I fished the deep, deep, hole with a floating line and about a 4 ft long stub of leader.
Nada. Gotta get deeper. So I did what any bonehead would do in such a situation. I started searching around for some discarded fishing line.
Now, you've gotta remember, this is very early in the year. I couldn't find any wads of line on my side. Ordinarily, this is something to celebrate, but not today.
I had to head downstream to a riffle, cross over, and walk back up to the hole on the other side. There's an easy access on that side. And, as most of you know, where there's easy access there's also litter. And Viola, there it was. A wad of old line of questionable breaking strength. Hah! Back in Business!
So I walked and waded back to my original spot, this time ready rake in those bad boys that live down in the tractor tires.
I'll just cut it short. It really is early and cold still. Here's my best pic from the Dam Hole.
At least it's proof that springs here.
It was one cold walk back downstream, then I had to cross at the same spot as before, yep, that deep again.
It just keeps gettng better from here.
Ed
Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hit it.
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Between you and your leader material and David and his fins, I hope you guys aren't starting some kind of trend . . . . 
Originally Posted by Ed Wahl
, teeth clenched and white as a ghost, sweating up a storm, and oddly, not saying a word.
Well, I've never even considered pulling one on him. His phobia is for real. And after he woke up he'd probably flog me with my own rod. Then when the rod broke, jam the pieces somewhere they really don't belong.
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