While I might have just gotten "turkey fever" yesterday, today it turned chronic. I couldn't even get out of town without having to stop in the middle of the road so a hen could cross in front of me...to go to a gas station of all places. That's right, she walked from the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant to beside the parking lot of a gas station. In the Asheville city limits. In the middle of the day. Yea, I guess you could that got me fired up just a little bit.
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It's April. The weather is warm, the sun is out, greenup is well underway even in the mountains and I was fishing Hatchery-Supported trout waters today. My fiance had to come up to Asheville, NC for some things this week, so we left Charlotte Wednesday afternoon and made our way to her mother's house just outside of the city in Woodfin.
"Your dad wants to know if you want to go fishing tomorrow with him and Paw D?" Now anyone with any sense will obviously not say no to that offer, so when my mother asked me that last night, of course I said yes (after having to check with the soon-to-be wife that there were no plans for Sunday morning/early afternoon; I would like to live to see other hunting and fishing adventures you know). I talked my buddy Seth into tagging along, though that wasn't hard at all, and the stage was set to fish until 2 pm today. So this morning, with gas prices rising rapidly and water clarity an issue at our favorite crappie spot along the Yadkin River, we headed out on local Lake Norman to try and catch a few "papermouths".
In the upper reaches of both Hager's and Mountain Creek, the fishing was NOT hot and furious earlier today. We used our fly rods to pitch hair jigs (I'll be posting a video blog on this setup and technique sometime this week) of different weights and colors and threw Panfish Assassin soft plastics on small jig heads with ultralight spinning rods; I even did a little bass fishing with my 6'-0" spinning rod using both a watermelon seed-colored finesse worm and a green pumpkin/chartreuse tail-colored baby brush hog on shakey head jigs. The result for those 4.5 hours of fishing? 2 fish total (my bream and my grandfather's crappie) and 3 or 4 bites resulting in missed fish. After dropping off Seth and I back at the boat landing, my dad and grandfather headed back out and up the lake in search of some fish that were willing to bite, though I am not holding out much hope that they catching a limit right now. Even if they don't, it was good to get back out on the water and enjoy a rain-free and sunny NC March day. If you are a do-it-yourselfer, check out this eHow article on how to tie your own hair-jig. Or if you prefer soft plastics, head on over to the Bass Assassin website to see what they offer in their panfish line. Until next time, tight lines! -C.B. |
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