I still enjoy the late season fishing. I guess it's like hitting a home run in the bottom of the ninth and I enjoy the challenge. I don't mind the cold so I'll be out there until I'm sure the chance of large has passed.
Some inspiration is attached.
I have to admit I needed some after last night as well.
The first pic is a year ago today. 42 pounds for my buddy Jim Debonis. Somewhere in Mass. Then the next is the year before that a few days from now.
Like it or not though, the window is rapidly closing, no matter what the water temps. For big fish anyway. I saw 61 degrees last night. Warm, but whether it matters or not is a different story.
The change of season just means a more laid [or layed] back time of year. Head for the hard water, cut or chop holes, and relax. I fish a spot that doesn't get a lot of pressure, and only has a few houses vizable[wrong spelling?] I love the peaceful feeling that comes with being the only one on the lake a cold windy day, and feeling the cold biting at my face while I'm warmly dressed. Either you love or you hate it! I think that you have to have done it [and enjoyed it] as a kid to be able to do it when you get older. It's probably difficult for a lot of people to realize how a sane person could enjoy that, but that's ok with me. I love the solitude. If we all liked doing the same things [golf; hunt; bowl; etc.] it would get awfully crowed out there. I wish everyone a good, safe, and healthy winter. And one last thing----STAY OFF OF MY LAKE.
Hybrid Mode
