In Canada, or Ontario at least, Bass Season starts on the last weekend of June. So naturally, I was out on the lake today by 8AM. (Bass Season just marks the start of when anglers, with valid fishing licences, are allowed to keep a certain number of Bass caught, during off-season, we must catch-and-release)
Woke up this morning at 6. We were on the rode by 6:30, after mother, father and I were dressed, fed and caffeinated =] We went with one of my mom’s colleagues, his brother and two of his friends. The colleague and his brother were white (some kind of European) and the two friends were some kind of Brown. They all spoke in a Jamaican accent. Go figure. We rented a pontoon for the day. (I prefer to call it a plontoon… sounds cooler and rolls of the tongue better.) Ours was basically a wooden platform with metal rails around it and a cover on top, on top of two hollow, metal cylinders, powered with a small engine.
If you google it, you’ll get pictures of large, comfy vessels. Ours was rather primitive.
During the morning run, I caught one little Pike. My dad caught the largest Large Mouth Bass of the day and we hooked it onto this hook-rope contraption meant for keeping fish “fresh” and threw it over the side and into the water. We later discovered that it’d slipped off and escaped… My mom took pictures and looked cold the entire time. (I question why she came in the first place since she doesn’t fish.)
My little Pike. ^^
The parentals kept bugging me about not wearing enough layers even though I was perfectly fine. They kept saying that they’d drive into town and buy me clothes and basically babying me. If I was cold or needed something, I would tell them. You’d think they’d be grateful that I’m actually a grown-up and don’t need to be looked after. After about three hours, my mom couldn’t take it anymore and we steered back into the port so that she and my dad could go out and buy her more layers. During our break, two of the guys bought a new spinner each at the store and father bought me some live minnow for bait. He and I only ended up using a couple, oh well.
I went back onto the plontoon with the guys and in the time it took for my mom and dad to get back, I landed another little Pike and a pretty decent-sized Rock Bass. While my parents were away though, I think the guys felt more at ease. The cigarettes came out, as did the hard liquor and cussing. =b Well… one guy was cussing because he hooked a pike which took a big bite out of his swivel and took his spinner less than 10 minutes out of the dock.
In about an hour, we returned to the dock to grab my mom and dad. During this part of the day, I landed 3 Large Mouth Bass! Yes! That’s why I came out to the lake today ^^
The first one.
The second beauty.
aaaaand the third one next to the second one. =D
Around 3, my mom needed to go pee so back to the docks we went. She stayed in the chalet this time while we went back out onto the lake. I caught a Crappie pretty early on and then threw him back into the water. I turned around and everyone was looking at me. “What? You wanted to keep that? …oops. I’ll catch you another one.” They all laughed… 3 minutes later. “Hey, I got you guys another one.” and my mom’s colleague said, “Wow… you are a woman of your word.” haha Unfortunately, that was my last catch of the day. Had a couple slips, but nothing solid enough to count.
The guys I was fishing with weren’t all that great. To be honest, I’m better than all of them and they were in their 30s… at least. For instance, one of the guys didn’t know how to cast properly. -_-” His line kept snagging his reel because he didn’t know how to snap the catch back properly to release the line. I probably watched him jam his reel over 20 times today. The lines some of them used were too thick and the reels were too heavy-duty for the fish we were catching… *sigh. But whatever. The important thing is that everyone caught something today and we all left happy =] Also, is it just me, or do people who fish make really corny jokes?
We returned to the dock at 6 and divi-ed up our catch. We ended up only taking the two Large Mouth I caught. Father wasn’t interested in the Pike or Crappy or Rock Bass… Something about too much work =b
Check out that monster Pike one of the other guys caught! And by monster, I mean the largest I’ve seen in person. The large ones are 3 times that size.
Final count: 2 Pike, 1 Rock Bass, 3 Large Mouth Bass and 2 Crappie. Not a bad day. Not a bad day at all.
Who wants to go fishing?