Sometimes your home water surprises you with a late breaking curve ball.

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Sometimes your Home Water surprises you with a late breaking curve ball.

Last weekend I snuck away for the quintessential October evening of fishing. Everything was just right.

The Great Miami River was low and clear, a rarity I cherish. The air was cool and dry. The sun was setting. The breeze was moving enough to rustle the drying yellow leaves but not blowing enough to warrant a wind breaker. It was one of those days.

The fishing was understandably slow due to the low and gin clear conditions. The water was also unseasonably cool which  made the smallmouth a little more hesitant. So I wasn’t expecting to knock anything out of the park, a nice single into right field would be fine.

I waded to some known sections and felt not a nibble.

I noticed that one particular pool, one usually fairly difficult to access because of swift currents and wading obstacles, was fishable.

Some teenagers had just finished wading through it in blue jeans. There were four of them, two guys and two girls. The one couple waded through piggy back style, the guy acting as horse. The other couple waded separately. The young girl opting for the ankle deep riffle below the bridge run. Her blue jeans darkened in the water and she sreiked and giggle as she slowly made her way across. When they re-united onshore there was some hugging and horse play under the bridge. Then they left and headed for home, across the bridge.

As they were watching me cast and walking back across the bridge a fish hit my little black wooly bugger. They watched as I hand lined it in and pointed at me from the bridge. No doubt saying something along the lines of , “oh look he got one.”

It was an average fish. I snapped a couple photos and let it slip back into the current seam.

I fished on to no avail but plenty of enjoyment at just being there on an October evening, enjoying the weather.

I got home transferred the pics from my camera over to my computer and  was shocked! That was not an average SMALLMOUTH! It was a Largemouth, from a spot that shouldn’t have ANY Largemouth in it. Fast current cold water temps — not what you would think of as typical Largemouth territory, but there it was, a beautiful little Largemouth.

It was the perfect  late breaking curve ball that I hit into right field for a single on an October afternoon.

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A nice day on the Great Miami

Every once in a while the stars align and things fall into place without any planning whatsoever. I hadn’t planned on fishing yesterday. In fact I was supposed to be installing graphics in Cinci all day. But luckily we managed to get all that work done on Thursday and I was able to take the day off.

It just so happened that Ben was in town for a wedding and was to be floating the Great Miami with Donnie when I called him on Thursday to ask what was up, serendipity.

So, yesterday I spent a nice day on the Great Miami River fishing for smallmouth. We ended up with a few rock bass and one decent greenie as well. We had plenty of cold fried chicken, good and not-so-good beer, poppers, Clousers, craw-dad patterns and a lot of fun.

It wasn’t an EPIC day but it was, just fine. Which means, they weren’t biting like would we hoped, but we brought plenty of fish (30+) to hand. The big ones didn’t seem to be too active. We had one 13″, one 14″ and one 15″, all the rest were in the 10-12″ range. So, while not EPIC, it was a good way to spend a day for sure.

Sunset on the Great Miami River

Sunset on the Great Miami River

So I was flipping through some old photos on my camera and found this one. I’d forgotten about it, and man it’s a good one. Thought I would share. It almost looks fake, but I didn’t even do much in terms of adjusting in the raw settings, it’s pretty much, straight just as shot.

Sometimes it’s hard to believe that scenes like these take place every day around the world. You just need to be there to witness them.

The white fly hatch has supposedly started. It starts right about when this pic was taken. That means good dry fly action for smallmouth. It’s a lot of fun this time of year, too much fishing to do, too little time.