Lets see, it’s Wednesday morning and in just over 24 hours I’ll be abandoning my wader boots at home and heading off for a weekend of buffet fishing. Buffet fishing = a whole lotta finned friends that aren’t on my normal fishing catch list. From Thursday through Sunday, I’ll be in pursuit of strange and mystical fishies with names like: Bass, Crappie, Carp, Perch and the mighty will power testers– Sturgeon.
The main focus of this trip for me (the trout loving enthusiast) will be Bass fishing. Some of you may remember an entry I wrote back in December called, Once you Go Bass, You never Go Back? Well the time has come to test out my true Bassin’ abilities. On a bass boat. With a legit Bass Pro. Technically with the proper bass gear. In other words, WITHOUT MY FLY ROD.
My eye just twitched.
Because I’m pretty sure there would be a severe case of separation anxiety, I did elude to Terri aka Bass Man, that I would be sneaking my fly rod onto the bass boat. The good news: He seemed fine with bringing my security blanket along for the ride and even said if I wanted to cast around, churn some water, I could. However (the bad news) if I wanted to actually catch fish, I’ll have to embrace an open mind and a Bass rod (or something like that).
So today I figured if I was going to the trouble of sneaking a Fly Rod onto a racy Bass Boat, it might be considered good planning if I went ahead and smuggled some Bass flies in my pocket as well. You know, just in case all that smuggling turned into legit Fly Fishing and I could add a Bassin’ notch on my Fly Rod.
Consequently and the result of previous trout focus, I don’t think I own a single fly that would appeal to a bass. I know some of you out there have already embraced your bass fly fishing soul, so today I implore. Tell me your secrets, the right flies to go buy. Is it all about the popper? I need credible Fly Fishing Intel on the Bass gig, or jig, or whatever it is that provokes one of those vicious Bass attacks I’ve seen on TV.
While I wait for your wisdom (I’ll hit the fly shop on the way out of town tomorrow), I’m off to do a few rounds of push ups. That would be my version of a last minute attempt to prepare my unconditioned arms for the upcoming torture session of Sturgeon fishing.
Also known as:
1 minute of wooo hooo MONSTER ON excitement followed by,
44 minutes of pure pain and suffering….