Busy weekend. Resurrection Sunday is tomorrow and our weekend is filled with visiting family and friends. Today we went to see some family in Orange County and got home just before sundown. Tomorrow we probably won't be home until well after dark, so I figured I'd get a little bit of fishing in this evening while I could.
I went over to Harveston, set up the same rig that landed me a bass last time I fished there at night (ribbon tail worm on a drop shot) and fished the same area again.
I watched a couple of young boys haul in a nice sized catfish right in the same spot where I snagged the one that ran off with my lipless crank. Must be a good spot for catfish because they landed a couple more.
Then it was my turn.
Not too small and not too large, but this guy hammered that ribbon tail and meant it. I don't think I've ever seen a bass play dead before, but this one did. As I put him back in the water, he rolled over on his back and floated on the top of the water with that white belly above the surface. I thought, "No way is he in shock that bad. I only had him out of the water for about 60 seconds." I touched him a couple times to wake him up and then grabbed my rod because he was starting to float out of my reach. I looked back and just then he flipped himself back over and swam off just fine. Who says you can't teach an old bass new tricks?
Now, I'd like you to meet old man. He looks to be a real old duck that always hangs out at one of my favorite spots. The red on his face looks pretty worn (hard to see in this pic), and he seems pretty set in his ways.
If you come close to him, chances are he'll just ignore you. He doesn't move for much unless he wants to, and tonight he proved that there really isn't much that bothers him.
The rock that he's perched on is in direct line with an area that I've caught some decent sized fish. During the day, the rock is usually clear, but at night this old man likes to sit there. So I'm fishing that spot tonight, and he's hanging out. I started casting out past that rock, which is only a couple feet from the bank. Usually, that would be enough to make the ducks get up and head elsewhere. But not old man. He just sits there and says,"You go ahead and fish right past me. I'm fine where I am." Then, one of my casts when over his head and out about 50 feet. The line came down and landed in the water just off the back of the rock.
Now the fun began. As I started my retrieve, I would reel in while I was raising and lowering my rod tip. This caused the line to come up out of the water and start rubbing up and down on the ducks back side, tickling his tail feathers. How do I know it tickled? He started shaking that tail, ruffling those feathers, and wagging that rump in all different directions.
But he would not move!! He just stood there shaking his tail feathers. It was so funny.
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