Fish Tales #2

 

Little Moby Dick

 

So far, it's been a good day of fishing but there is this one spot I want to try.

 

A small brook feeding into the lake. In some years the brook, which also feeds a cranberry bog, barely flows and becomes clogged with weeds. This year the water levels were near normal, we had a good rain a few days earlier, and the water was flowing good into the lake.

 

One could see the clear path of the water flowing through the weeds and I was betting a fish was stalking nearby. My friend did not really want to venture into the weeds to get to the brook but I convinced him. "Look", I said. "There has to be fish there. I am convinced". My friend relented and we traversed through the weeds to get to the flowing path of water.

 

We silently coast into position. I throw the lure into the flowing water, right on the edge of the weeds as the water slows. Then, BOOM! I got one. O, boy, it's a good one. "See, I told you!" as the fish makes the drag whine for a short time. Then it stops, does an about face and there is a run to the boat. I reel as fast as I can. KaThunk! 

 

My friend and I just look at each other. What the heck? The fish rammed the boat! The fish makes a run away from the boat and the same thing. It stops, makes an about face and runs toward the boat again. I frantically reel in and KaTunk! The fish rams the boat again. What a crazed fish.

I think the fish was a little dazed after the 2nd collision, which allowed me to net the fish - a very nice largemouth bass. 

 

We never seen a fish behave in such a manner. If it was any bigger I don't think we would have made it home.

Nice. Just be thankful it wasn't a Spotted bass. We'd be left wondering what happened to @Angler Andy.

What a story. And it was a pocket-sized Moby Dick! 

 

 

Nice write up, looks like those fish need helmets.