BassyiusMaximus
09-25-2006, 09:40 AM
. . . and boy, what a day.
Bassyius grew up fishing the sweetwater. It was his first true love, fishing that is. He would spend days fishing the river that ran just down the street from his boyhood neighborhood. The river had trout and back in the day, surely had salmon running up it, that is before the industrial revolution, and the dams, and the sediment and the development, however, in the spring, fishermen would converge on the river to fish it for trout.
Bassyius spent his time fishing the river for nearly 4 years as a kid and not really catching much of anything, however the lure of the river and the potential it had kept him coming back. There is a philosopher who said, "I would fish, even if there were no fish." That was Bassyius, he fished that river all day every chance he got. The only fish he ever did catch besides catfish and sunfish was a rainbow trout on a Mepps one summer afternoon.
Bassyius made it to a river this weekend. He was taken back to his childhood and marveled at his surroundings. No houses around, a nice calm slow flowing river and fish. He had to get acclimated to the scaled down size of the rods and reels as well as the technique of using the weedless worms and the topwater lures. He did okay though;
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a184/thundra04struck/PickerelPoint.jpg
A little pickerel pulled from the edge of the lilypad field. Great strikes though, much more pronounced as being in the canoe and at water level, coupled with the relative smoothness of the river really put the action up close. This one was wiggling its way back into the river. Just the view in the background alone speaks to the beauty of the place.
At one point on the way home, we came across this fleet of swans, what must have been the mother and the 3 kids. When we got close enough with the almost 4mph electric trolling motor on the canoe, they took flight and Fisher-X had the presence of mind to frame me almost knowing that they were going to take off. Big birds to say the least.
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a184/thundra04struck/100_4854.jpg
Here is one last shot of the river. I'm retrieving my topwater baby-pickerel pattern spook. I just love the look of the clear water and the weeds on the bottom. Weather was changeable, from heavy gusts of wind and some sprinkes to some downpours to just overcast for the rest of the day, it beat a sunny day hands down.
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a184/thundra04struck/100B4810.jpg
Bassyius grew up fishing the sweetwater. It was his first true love, fishing that is. He would spend days fishing the river that ran just down the street from his boyhood neighborhood. The river had trout and back in the day, surely had salmon running up it, that is before the industrial revolution, and the dams, and the sediment and the development, however, in the spring, fishermen would converge on the river to fish it for trout.
Bassyius spent his time fishing the river for nearly 4 years as a kid and not really catching much of anything, however the lure of the river and the potential it had kept him coming back. There is a philosopher who said, "I would fish, even if there were no fish." That was Bassyius, he fished that river all day every chance he got. The only fish he ever did catch besides catfish and sunfish was a rainbow trout on a Mepps one summer afternoon.
Bassyius made it to a river this weekend. He was taken back to his childhood and marveled at his surroundings. No houses around, a nice calm slow flowing river and fish. He had to get acclimated to the scaled down size of the rods and reels as well as the technique of using the weedless worms and the topwater lures. He did okay though;
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a184/thundra04struck/PickerelPoint.jpg
A little pickerel pulled from the edge of the lilypad field. Great strikes though, much more pronounced as being in the canoe and at water level, coupled with the relative smoothness of the river really put the action up close. This one was wiggling its way back into the river. Just the view in the background alone speaks to the beauty of the place.
At one point on the way home, we came across this fleet of swans, what must have been the mother and the 3 kids. When we got close enough with the almost 4mph electric trolling motor on the canoe, they took flight and Fisher-X had the presence of mind to frame me almost knowing that they were going to take off. Big birds to say the least.
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a184/thundra04struck/100_4854.jpg
Here is one last shot of the river. I'm retrieving my topwater baby-pickerel pattern spook. I just love the look of the clear water and the weeds on the bottom. Weather was changeable, from heavy gusts of wind and some sprinkes to some downpours to just overcast for the rest of the day, it beat a sunny day hands down.
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a184/thundra04struck/100B4810.jpg