, Fly Fishing
, Kayak Fishing
Back in April I got out on a very unassuming local drainage ditch in the kayak and had a really productive panfish trip. The ditch was in surprisingly good shape, water fairly low and clear, a sign that we had not had rain in a while. This waterway gets loaded with trash after every storm because frankly folks around here are spoiled with water and really don’t put much thought into how their actions impact their local watersheds or what lives in them. I had taken my kids to the adjacent park a few times to get them out of the house during the pandemic and noted that the water was in good shape and bream were starting to bed in the ditch.
The bayou has a good variety of sunfish, something we definitely take for granted here in south Louisiana. I was able to catch bluegill, longear sunfish, red spotted sunfish(stumpknocker), warmouth(goggle-eye), redear sunfish(shellcracker), green sunfish, and largemouth bass. All caught on a slow sinking spider
I had continually written off fishing here in the past, but thanks to this trip I will probably add this local option to my list of places to hit each Spring, provided the flow looks good. I didn’t anything of size, but I love the diversity.
Got in a little bit of river time back in late April/May. One was an afternoon trip with the girls to swim, the other a trip by myself with the fly rod. Fishing wasn’t good at all to be downright honest with you all. I might have caught one bass. Still it was nice be out during the pandemic, which I think is important, otherwise we’d all go insane.
I never got around to writing a report until now, but back in June I found the time to wade fish a Feliciana parish stream with the long rod. I made it on the water as the sun was rising and actually caught a bass on one of my first few casts. The action was slow after that, but it was, and has always been, time well spent and a great way to beat the summer heat.
The usual suspects were around – spotted bass, longear sunfish, and bluegill, but I also had the pleasure of catching another shadow bass. This was likely the biggest I’ve ever caught too. He came off some submerged timber in the very middle of a deep bend in the creek I was fishing. True to form, he hit a dead drifted crawfish pattern I was running behind a big hopper. It’s always fun to catch these guys as they are pretty unique.
Google Earth tells me I fished maybe half a mile before I was ready to call it a day and turn around to head back home. It never fails that when I’m fishing I think I’m covering at least a mile, but in reality it is always much less. It’s funny how that works. It makes you wonder about all the untouched water that lies beyond a mile or two from an access point? How much better is the fishing if I put in the work to get there?