As another weekend of fishing went down in my history, I sit here and wonder what exactly I should write about. The choices seem endless……the bad weather, the fleeting moments of decent weather, the deep fried bacon wrapped hot dogs, the G-force experienced on a Bass Boat, the laughter of good friends, the gas can that went up in glorious flames or the BASS I actually caught…..
I think today I’ll focus on my much anticipated Bass Fishing experience. I have to admit, I was skeptical! I know my loyalty to trout could potentially label me as a fishist, but that’s the risk I take when I write the truth. I know trout. Bass on the other hand…we are about as familiar with each other as I am with Nascar. Both have sponsors? Let’s just blame my Idaho Mountain upbringing.
For the record: I brought my Fly Rod on the Bass Boat.
Speaking of boats. Ummm…hello? Why didn’t anyone warn me about BASS BOATS? My lifetime boating experiences have been limited to aluminum boats that chugged along at 5 mph, a couple ocean excursions on fat lazy boats and 1 drift boat ride. That’s it. So imagine my surprise when Captain and Bassmaster Terry Battisti let the Bass boat out of the starting gate and after an impressive gravity defying move we were soaring across the water. Fast. Like instant face lift fast. The good news is the air pressure cleaned out my sinuses, the bad news is I discovered later that evening my inner ear didn’t take to boating very well. It’s a sad day when you feel drunk without ever taking a sip of alcohol.
As for Bassin’ like the Pro’s do it. I think I held my own. Once Terry was done mapping an area with his high tech electrical equipment, it was time to fish. I longingly looked at my Fly Rod, safe and cozy in it’s tube strapped flat on the front of the boat, but quickly accepted the swanky G.Loomis rod complete with bait-caster he offered up. I knew I was out of my element when I saw the large rubber lizard attached to the end of the line. I asked the important questions, like, ‘what am I supposed to do?’ and Terry gave me a quick crash course.
First cast, nothing. Second cast….Bass on! I’m pretty sure I hollared, yelled, made a big deal out of my fish. Rockstar status after two casts! At that point I figured, ‘oh, this is easy, send me over the jacket with my name on it and some sponsor patches.’ I glanced back to make sure my Bass Guru was fully aware I was in Fish On mode and noticed Terry also had a fish on. Every fisherman needs a humble moment like that, so I let go of my visions of a sponsor jacket and got back to work.
I caught more Bass, I went for long periods without a single bite. I’m fairly certain no one will be knocking on my door to hand me a jet rocket Bass Boat and a bright pink sponsor jacket anytime soon. Despite the cold and nasty wind, I had a blast. Terry was an excellent teacher and showed great patience to the newbies on his boat. And surprise, surprise, Bass are pretty fun to catch. They have such a different demeanor than trout. It’s like they are pissed off when you hook them and they let you know it under no uncertain terms. I like that sort of attitude.
Lastly, after the day of bass boat fishing was done and we went back to camp ( below the dam on the Snake river) I snuck down to the rocky bank to try my hand at Fly Fishing for river Bass. The first time I actually caught one I thought, there, I did it. I’ve completed my mission. Fish like the Bass Pro’s do it AND catch one on my fly rod. And…I caught more than just one Bass on my Fly Rod, as in, it wasn’t an accident!
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Thank you Terry for a great fishing experience.
You are my Bassin’ Guru ~
Thank you Bryan for taking proof pictures of me and my fish.
You are a rare treat for me.