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.