I think that, by now, we all know that I am not the biggest fan of Marsh Creek State Park. Somehow, I catch handfulls of fish in NJ, but barely a single bass (if any fish at all) on Marsh Creek Lake...everytime.
The water is large and much deeper than I am used to. I find myself throwing spinners and topwater minnows...things that I don't do often in my small backwater Jersey puddles. Nothing hits. The Bass are being pickey. By my accounts, they should be mid depth between the deep and shallow water. They should be trying to feed and chasing the local live forage across the top of the breakwater. It seems as though I am wrong in many more ways than one; if not all ways.
We (Mary Beth, Pop's, and I) resort to just tossing ol'faithfull at the shore line. The Lime and white laminate senko goes in. Pop's gets a decent bite, and the rest of us get a decent bit frustrated. As it turns out, persistance pays off in the end.
As we near the dock. I see Mary Beth literally running across the shore line to get in as many casts as he can before we have to start packing it in. You would have thought that there was $5 on the line. I know it is a frivolous attempt on his part. I just keep tossing the senko at the tall grass along the shore. Earlier we were focusing on the drop from shallow to deep...about 20 plus yards from shore. Now, I was really feeling the left over green reeds on the shore line. The grass was few and far between, but if I was a Bass, thats where I would be.
Adam 'the hippie man' had no luck either. But he was in the same boat as J.T., literaly not figuratively, so I suppose he can share some of those perch points.
Like i've said before, even a slow day of fishing is a good day of fishing. I've had better but been through worse. As frustrating as the bad bite was, the weather was clear, somewhat calm and mild. We couldn't have asked for a better November day.
Lastly, sorry for being so rude to MB earlier. But trust me, he was asking for it.
Sure enough, thats where I found him. Hardley feet off of the shore line, he just took the bait and started swimming off. All I had to do was set the hook with half-assed effort.
One of two fish caught that day. Speaking of which, here is a picture of the fish that Mike caught:
Right, no picture; because he didnt catch a single thing. I'm laughing, not just on the inside, on the outside too. Very loudly and with a lot of vigor.
J.T. Pell caught the other fish. It was a perch, and while I didnt get a photo of it, I happen to have sonme stock footage of a respectable perch:
Adam 'the hippie man' had no luck either. But he was in the same boat as J.T., literaly not figuratively, so I suppose he can share some of those perch points.
Like i've said before, even a slow day of fishing is a good day of fishing. I've had better but been through worse. As frustrating as the bad bite was, the weather was clear, somewhat calm and mild. We couldn't have asked for a better November day.
Lastly, sorry for being so rude to MB earlier. But trust me, he was asking for it.
