Dad and I hit historic Ely's Ford today. This was the site in which the hapless union forces under Joe Hooker crossed the Rapidan before being routed in the Battle of Chancellorsville in 1863. Today it was the site for a couple hapless bass fishermen to get in touch with the limits of their gene pool. The day started great; I landed a nice largemouth on chartreuse grub. I released this fine specimen after my father assured me that he had captured “at least three” cell pics of me triumphantly holding my catch. I later checked out the picture only to find an image of my son dressed as Batman. My catch was followed by Dad attempting to set the hook on at least five bites. We now know that there was nothing wrong with Dad's technique. He was missing the tip of his hook, which is never a recipe for a successful hook set. Later in the morning I switched to my fly rod and caught a couple small ones on a chartreuse wooly bugger. I later set the hook on a trophy smallmouth. In keeping with family tradition, this struggle culminated with a broken leader. We saw him jump to spit the fly and he was clearly over 20". Doh!
In summary, we got a keeper largemouth, two smallmouths, a bluegill, a rock bass, and I gave a trophy smallie a sore mouth. I assessed early that bright chartreuse was the right color for today's sunny, stained water conditions. This was the one thing I got right today.
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1 comment:
So we proved Murphy's Law.....guess the fish won that round, but it was still a fun morning. The advantage of my inept picture taking is that it allows that Largemouth to grow over time as there is no visually limiting evidence. Any way we had a better visit to Chancellorville than Stonewall Jackson....pardon the sick humor, love,
Dad aka Pop Pop
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