This spot gets more than its fair share of pressure but the fishing for bluegill, crappie, and bass is still pretty decent. This time of year can be iffy though as water temperatures fluctuate, sometimes drastically, and the fish may or may not be on the feed.
When I arrived I noticed one thing right off: the water was much clearer than I normally would expect at this lake. Not in just a nice clean water sense either, but in that icy clearness that cold water takes on. Thinking my efforts might be in vain, I still went ahead and tied on a #14 beadhead Simi Seal Leech. As long as I was there I was going to fish.
Working along the shoreline in an shallower area that normally holds some nice bluegill, I settled into my normal routine of casting followed by a very slow twitch retrieve. Several casts produced nothing and it seemed my fears were on the verge of being confirmed: it was simply too early. Then I realized that in the cold water, the fly might need a little time to get deeper. The next cast I waited for 5 slow seconds as the bead dragged the fly deeper before beginning the same slow retrieve. Half way back to shore, I saw the end of the line twitch. Normally bluegill will hit hard enough that you don't have to wonder but not this one. It must have just barely touched the fly. A quick hookset confirmed that a fish was messing with my fly, and it was soon swimming about as bluegill will do, using its flat body to full advantage to feel much larger than it really was.
Landing the fish, I quickly took a picture of the first spring bluegill and sent it back to grow some more. Several fish later I decided to explore. Several other stops produced fish as well.
Heading back towards the car, I told my friend that I wanted to catch a crappie. There is a spot that usually holds some but a couple guys were fishing it. I set up nearby, close enough to have a shot but not so close that I crowded them any.
For the first couple of casts I saw nothing. Then the third cast produced a follow from a nice little bluegill. "Slow down," I thought to myself. Letting the fly sink even more than normal, I began a slow steady retrieve. A tap on the end of the line brought the required hookset and I was soon staring in wonder at, of all things, a crappie. I was suprised, more because I don't really catch that many here, meaning I didn't really believe it would happen. Happily, I got a picture of my catch and was soon headed home, happy to have got a pleasant hour in on the water.
Catherine McGrath Photograph