After a three hour drive the prior afternoon, a late night including some candle pin bowling, and enough lies to fill any bull with shit, the early morning proved a bit rugged as Steve (The Maine Outdoorsman) and I made our way to North Pond to find a toothy bastard. What I learned is that bobber fishing really isn't fun...
|A nice bucket mouth...|
|Rabid's first bass of the day...|
|Number 35, morning of day two...|
Refueled and filled with enthusiasm, we hit the landing and pushed the aluminum canoe into the shallows. I had two goals... 1) catch a ton of bass and 2) destroy Steve... both weren't too difficult to come by as the pre-spawn bass were reacting to our offering. The size wasn't exactly up to my liking, but a few nice bruisers found themselves caught and released. When the short afternoon jaunt conceded, around fifty bass had been garnered including 31 from my position. It was definitely a fun evening and certainly worthy of a return the next morning.
After reassessing our gear and replenishing the weapons of demise, our morning fared far better than the previous and the bass at first strike were certainly of a better quality. Within several hours, over 35 largemouth had been hauled in from the bow while Steve made a quality run with at least 25 of his own. There were plenty of casts, plenty of strikes, and plenty of action resulting in one fine tenure in central Maine.
We had to quit around 10:30 because there was an important double top secret engagement scheduled at noon. Many thanks go out to my good buddy Steve for having me stay once again, I look forward to getting down in a few weeks for a chance at an old tom.
Have a great day,
The Downeast Duck Hunter