Well, thanks to the guilt trip that Tex Mex recently put on us in the comments section for nobody having any fishing reports, and also to Nomad, Steve and Ron for asking me repeatedly over the past couple of months how the fishing has been going stateside, I finally decided to get off my bum and get out there.
Feeling a bit knackered and fagged (British slang for Steve LOL), I headed out at 0445 this past Saturday morning to a place called Morse Reservoir. It’s located about ten miles north of my house in between the towns of Noblesville and Cicero, Indiana. I arrived there shortly after 5 only to learn that the sun doesn’t come up until about 6 these days. Ha! I fiddled around in the dark for about twenty minutes, straightening out what little gear I brought with me, and also trying to tie a knot for the first time in well over a year! Sadly, what I could do blindfolded before took me several minutes to accomplish! At any rate, it was still pitch dark outside so I decided to get on with it anyway. I fished for about an hour and didn’t catch a thing until well after sunrise, and when I did they were all small like the one pictured below.
Morse is a very pretty lake but unfortunately it’s covered with residential housing, which leaves very few options for the bank fisherman (like me). It is a beautiful lake though and would be a great spot for a family picnic and/or feeding the large flock of fairly tame geese your daughter’s leftover potato chips!
Later in the afternoon I took my daughter out with me to a place called Eagle Creek Reservoir. It’s much bigger than Morse, and the water is a lot clearer too. I honestly don’t think I have ever seen fresh water that clear. Having my daughter with me (she’s only 3) I didn’t expect to catch much, and in fact we didn’t, BUT we had a whole heck of a lot of fun, and I did hook into one (believe it was a smallmouth but not really sure) to the left of where my daughter is standing in the pic below that had my drag screaming. He also put on a pretty nice air show for us jumping out of the water 3 or 4 times in the 10 seconds or so I had him on. The last time he jumped, about ten feet from me, he ended up diving back down into a weed bed and that is the last I saw of him. I did all I could to keep him down but I was standing in water up to my thighs already and when you’re standing in water that deep it’s hard to keep the rod tip low. At any rate, the one that got away!! Sucks, because he would have been a nice one, and quite possibly the best fish I have ever caught.
Sunday evening I decided to try out the White River, which is very near my house. I caught this little guy right away and have no idea what he is. Given his red eyes, I coined him the hangover fish! haha
Shortly thereafter I landed a really strong-fighting smallmouth bass. I wasn’t for sure what he was until I got him up on shore, and still wasn’t until I sent the pic to Nomad for verification. He was about 16 inches long and probably weighed 2.5 pounds, but he had the strength of a 5 pound bass and the attitude of Bad Bad Leroy Brown! The little sucker bit me as I was trying to get the hook out of his mouth, and actually drew blood! And when I say bite, I mean bite! I couldn’t pull my thumb out of his mouth until I pried his jaws apart with my other hand.
All in all a pretty good weekend. Didn’t catch a whole lot of fish, but it was a lot of fun and it felt really good to get out there.
Okay guys, tag you’re it! Given that I brought my daughter home with no clothes on wrapped in a blanket and towel on Saturday afternoon, it might be a while before my wife lets me get out there again. lol Hey, she was wet from head to toe!!