Fairly shortly after I arrived at location A Mr. Big showed up, shoveling around in the leaves. The water was clear and he was nicely visible.
I made my cast, presenting my fly very gently... right on the Carp's back. He had moved forward about a foot. The reaction was rather fast, and the only sign of the fishes presence was a boil and cloud of silt. Oh well. It happens. On to the next goal. That was achieved fairly quickly with three powerful pickerel, with some other species in between. I talked a bit with the land owner. I really appreciate his generosity in allowing me to fish there. It is a great spot.
So I had achieved my goal, and done a little more. What good angler stops there? I moved to a good Bass and Perch spot. There I caught a few small fish before meeting a gentleman (I think his name was Mark? I'm so bad with names.) who told me how he had caught an enormous carp on a Doritos chip and a couple maggots.
Right after he stepped away I lobbed a long cast. A few figure eights into the retrieve there was simply resistance. Then that resistance shook its head. Then it jumped. The animal throwing spray around the end of my line was a Smallmouth worthy of admiration. With that first jump my heart stopped. I could not mess this one up. Losing this fish would be quite the bummer. The fight was as a Smallmouth should be, with stubborn runs and fantastic Acrobatics. I am willing to say that it was easily as good, if not better, then the fight of a big carp. It was certainly more active. Eventually that big thing came to hand, and what a gorgeous fish it was. Long, and with exceptional girth: probably pushing six pounds. I went over to show the fish to Mark, then returned it to where it had come from.
|The patented RMLytle big fish face, as well as the lucky Lane Trap Rock hat and flannel shirt.|
So hey, a very nice PB Smallmouth, good Pickerel action, plenty of other species. Why not stop while I'm ahead? I stayed and caught a bunch more perch and one more good smallmouth. On another note, two people asked me where I was from today. Apparently I have not yet shed that Western PA accent.