I HATE Indian summer.

Over the past 30 years, the vast majority of the lousy fishing days I've
experienced in the late season were days just like today. Mid-70s or
higher, calm and mostly sunny.

And again today, the indian summer blues bit me on the posterior.

Half-Day Frank brought a bunch of chubs and we went out on Squantz, hoping
to have a blast with the smallies, and maybe pick up a walleye or two.

HA! Who was I kidding? I saw the weather report. Warm and calm. Not a
chance.

Anyway, I caught one little smallie on a 2-1/2" Fin-S Fish. Frank got one
on bait. He also got a LM about 3 pounds on the bait. I broke one fish off
on my 4 lb test. Never really got enough of a feel of it to know if it was
a good fish or not. I just hammered a bit too hard on the hook set.

Other than that, I had a very weird experience. As slow as it was, I
decided to trail a chub behind the boat with only the tiniest of split shot
a few feet ahead of it, as I fished along, casting the little fin-s. I
thought I saw the rod tip on the bait rod twitch, then do nothing for a
while. A while later, it twitched again. I reeled in my Fin-S and reached
for the bait rod, just as the tip really started to bend. I followed the
fish with the rod tip, letting it move off a good 4 or 5 feet before
setting up on it. This was the 8 pound test rod, so no real fear of busting
off. The rod doubled over and the fish pulled hard. I had it on for a few
minutes. The way it was fighting, I figured it was a big walleye. Then it
finally came toward the surface, and we got a look at it. Not a walleye.
BIG largemouth! Seven plus range. Then it was gone! And in its place, I had
about a 5" rock bass. Then the LM turned and grabbed the rock bass again!
This time, it didn't get as good a grip on it, and I didn't try to pull
hard on it. But a moment later, it let go of the panfish and was gone. I
reeled in the rocky. It was next to dead. My chub & hook were WAY down its
gullet. In fact, IT wasn't actually hooked. I pulled the hook and baitfish
straight out with no trouble.

All I can figure is that the 1st tap I saw was the rocky grabbing the chub,
and then it just swam along with the tension of the line. Then the rocky
went and got itself et up. But the hook was down inside the panfish, and
there was no way I could actually hook the bass. It was amazing I had it on
as long as I did with no hook in it, and even more amazing that it hit the
rock bass again, after I finally pulled it out of the bass's throat.

The rocky was, for all intents and purposes, dead. It flitted and fluttered
a bit on the surface until a seagull came along and put it out of its
misery.

I still hate indian summer.

RichZ©
www.richz.com/fishing

finally came toward the surface, and we got a look at it. Not a walleye.
BIG largemouth! Seven plus range. Then it was gone! And in its place, I had
about a 5" rock bass.

I had a similar thing happen on Lake Shelbyville in Illinois. I hooked a big
bluegill on a 4" Senko off some riprap behoind a marina and reeled him in a few
feet. All of a sudden a big white flash came and grabbed the 'gill and took
off. Fought it for a while and saw it twice. It was a HUGE musky....first one
I had ever seen in person or ever hooked. Damn thing never really fought hard,
just kinda playd with my spinning tackle until he let go of the 'gill. I had a
lot of laughing onlookers after they sw me pull in that dead 'gill after having
a pulling drag and a bent rod.

Brad Coovert, 2003 Tournament Director, Greenfield Bassmasters
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I'm hoping that this Indian summer will be different for me tomorrow.
Finally gooing to get my butt away from the house long enough to see what's
happening. Our temps suppose to be back in the 80's, and sunny and calm.

I'm dreading the coming of winter, but as long as I can get the boat safely
down the ramp and back... I'll hang in there. Until then, I'll take all the
Indian summers that ole Mother Nature wants to throw at me.

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"RichZ" wrote in message
...
Over the past 30 years, the vast majority of the lousy fishing days I've
experienced in the late season were days just like today. Mid-70s or
higher, calm and mostly sunny.

And again today, the indian summer blues bit me on the posterior.

Half-Day Frank brought a bunch of chubs and we went out on Squantz, hoping
to have a blast with the smallies, and maybe pick up a walleye or two.

HA! Who was I kidding? I saw the weather report. Warm and calm. Not a
chance.

Anyway, I caught one little smallie on a 2-1/2" Fin-S Fish. Frank got one
on bait. He also got a LM about 3 pounds on the bait. I broke one fish off
on my 4 lb test. Never really got enough of a feel of it to know if it was
a good fish or not. I just hammered a bit too hard on the hook set.

Other than that, I had a very weird experience. As slow as it was, I
decided to trail a chub behind the boat with only the tiniest of split
shot
a few feet ahead of it, as I fished along, casting the little fin-s. I
thought I saw the rod tip on the bait rod twitch, then do nothing for a
while. A while later, it twitched again. I reeled in my Fin-S and reached
for the bait rod, just as the tip really started to bend. I followed the
fish with the rod tip, letting it move off a good 4 or 5 feet before
setting up on it. This was the 8 pound test rod, so no real fear of
busting
off. The rod doubled over and the fish pulled hard. I had it on for a few
minutes. The way it was fighting, I figured it was a big walleye. Then it
finally came toward the surface, and we got a look at it. Not a walleye.
BIG largemouth! Seven plus range. Then it was gone! And in its place, I
had
about a 5" rock bass. Then the LM turned and grabbed the rock bass again!
This time, it didn't get as good a grip on it, and I didn't try to pull
hard on it. But a moment later, it let go of the panfish and was gone. I
reeled in the rocky. It was next to dead. My chub & hook were WAY down its
gullet. In fact, IT wasn't actually hooked. I pulled the hook and baitfish
straight out with no trouble.

All I can figure is that the 1st tap I saw was the rocky grabbing the
chub,
and then it just swam along with the tension of the line. Then the rocky
went and got itself et up. But the hook was down inside the panfish, and
there was no way I could actually hook the bass. It was amazing I had it
on
as long as I did with no hook in it, and even more amazing that it hit the
rock bass again, after I finally pulled it out of the bass's throat.

The rocky was, for all intents and purposes, dead. It flitted and
fluttered
a bit on the surface until a seagull came along and put it out of its
misery.

I still hate indian summer.

RichZ©
www.richz.com/fishing

Charles B. Summers (remove extra dot) wrote in
message ...

I'm dreading the coming of winter

Mr. S., you've got a set of balls posting that on a forum populated with
Yankees! :-) Or else you're just a sadist.

Sorry Marty, and the rest of you Yanks too! How's the weather in your neck
of the woods?

--
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"Marty" wrote in message
...

Charles B. Summers (remove extra dot) wrote in
message ...

I'm dreading the coming of winter

Mr. S., you've got a set of balls posting that on a forum populated with
Yankees! :-) Or else you're just a sadist.

"Charles B. Summers" (remove extra dot) wrote in message
...
Sorry Marty, and the rest of you Yanks too! How's the weather in your neck
of the woods?

Currently 36 degrees with rain, rain mixed with snow or snow in the forecast for the next 5 days.
--
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Rich

Neat story.

Indian summer is long gone here. Now our highs are the low
to mid 40's - been cloudy and wet (drizzle - no real rain) the
last week. Enjoy your nice weather while you can.




On Sat, 01 Nov 2003 12:42:23 EST, RichZ wrote:

Over the past 30 years, the vast majority of the lousy fishing days I've
experienced in the late season were days just like today. Mid-70s or
higher, calm and mostly sunny.

And again today, the indian summer blues bit me on the posterior.

Half-Day Frank brought a bunch of chubs and we went out on Squantz, hoping
to have a blast with the smallies, and maybe pick up a walleye or two.

HA! Who was I kidding? I saw the weather report. Warm and calm. Not a
chance.

Anyway, I caught one little smallie on a 2-1/2" Fin-S Fish. Frank got one
on bait. He also got a LM about 3 pounds on the bait. I broke one fish off
on my 4 lb test. Never really got enough of a feel of it to know if it was
a good fish or not. I just hammered a bit too hard on the hook set.

Other than that, I had a very weird experience. As slow as it was, I
decided to trail a chub behind the boat with only the tiniest of split shot
a few feet ahead of it, as I fished along, casting the little fin-s. I
thought I saw the rod tip on the bait rod twitch, then do nothing for a
while. A while later, it twitched again. I reeled in my Fin-S and reached
for the bait rod, just as the tip really started to bend. I followed the
fish with the rod tip, letting it move off a good 4 or 5 feet before
setting up on it. This was the 8 pound test rod, so no real fear of busting
off. The rod doubled over and the fish pulled hard. I had it on for a few
minutes. The way it was fighting, I figured it was a big walleye. Then it
finally came toward the surface, and we got a look at it. Not a walleye.
BIG largemouth! Seven plus range. Then it was gone! And in its place, I had
about a 5" rock bass. Then the LM turned and grabbed the rock bass again!
This time, it didn't get as good a grip on it, and I didn't try to pull
hard on it. But a moment later, it let go of the panfish and was gone. I
reeled in the rocky. It was next to dead. My chub & hook were WAY down its
gullet. In fact, IT wasn't actually hooked. I pulled the hook and baitfish
straight out with no trouble.

All I can figure is that the 1st tap I saw was the rocky grabbing the chub,
and then it just swam along with the tension of the line. Then the rocky
went and got itself et up. But the hook was down inside the panfish, and
there was no way I could actually hook the bass. It was amazing I had it on
as long as I did with no hook in it, and even more amazing that it hit the
rock bass again, after I finally pulled it out of the bass's throat.

The rocky was, for all intents and purposes, dead. It flitted and fluttered
a bit on the surface until a seagull came along and put it out of its
misery.

I still hate indian summer.

RichZ©
www.richz.com/fishing

Jim

2003 R.O.F.B. NWC
Largest Non Bass Trophy Winner

Charles B. Summers (remove extra dot) wrote in
message ...
Sorry Marty, and the rest of you Yanks too! How's the weather in your neck
of the woods?

Apology accepted, not too cold yet (low 50s), rain every day, by Friday
we'll be lucky to hit 40 and the dreaded "S" word is in the forecast.

S.E. VA...air temp high 70's water in the mid 60's....pads & grass still
alive and they're still on the buzzbait. said Huck

"Charles B. Summers" wrote in message Sorry Marty, and the rest of you
Yanks too! How's the weather in your neck
of the woods?

Here Here, bring on winter, it's the fastest route to spring, Harry came up
yesterday and we hit the lake, total for us for the 1/2 day, 1 bass, 1
pickerel,1 aggressive crappie, temp was in low 60's, very unusual up here
this time of year.
"Jim Laumann" wrote in message
...

Rich

Neat story.

Indian summer is long gone here. Now our highs are the low
to mid 40's - been cloudy and wet (drizzle - no real rain) the
last week. Enjoy your nice weather while you can.




On Sat, 01 Nov 2003 12:42:23 EST, RichZ wrote:

Over the past 30 years, the vast majority of the lousy fishing days I've
experienced in the late season were days just like today. Mid-70s or
higher, calm and mostly sunny.

And again today, the indian summer blues bit me on the posterior.

Half-Day Frank brought a bunch of chubs and we went out on Squantz,
hoping
to have a blast with the smallies, and maybe pick up a walleye or two.

HA! Who was I kidding? I saw the weather report. Warm and calm. Not a
chance.

Anyway, I caught one little smallie on a 2-1/2" Fin-S Fish. Frank got one
on bait. He also got a LM about 3 pounds on the bait. I broke one fish
off
on my 4 lb test. Never really got enough of a feel of it to know if it
was
a good fish or not. I just hammered a bit too hard on the hook set.

Other than that, I had a very weird experience. As slow as it was, I
decided to trail a chub behind the boat with only the tiniest of split
shot
a few feet ahead of it, as I fished along, casting the little fin-s. I
thought I saw the rod tip on the bait rod twitch, then do nothing for a
while. A while later, it twitched again. I reeled in my Fin-S and reached
for the bait rod, just as the tip really started to bend. I followed the
fish with the rod tip, letting it move off a good 4 or 5 feet before
setting up on it. This was the 8 pound test rod, so no real fear of
busting
off. The rod doubled over and the fish pulled hard. I had it on for a few
minutes. The way it was fighting, I figured it was a big walleye. Then it
finally came toward the surface, and we got a look at it. Not a walleye.
BIG largemouth! Seven plus range. Then it was gone! And in its place, I
had
about a 5" rock bass. Then the LM turned and grabbed the rock bass again!
This time, it didn't get as good a grip on it, and I didn't try to pull
hard on it. But a moment later, it let go of the panfish and was gone. I
reeled in the rocky. It was next to dead. My chub & hook were WAY down
its
gullet. In fact, IT wasn't actually hooked. I pulled the hook and
baitfish
straight out with no trouble.

All I can figure is that the 1st tap I saw was the rocky grabbing the
chub,
and then it just swam along with the tension of the line. Then the rocky
went and got itself et up. But the hook was down inside the panfish, and
there was no way I could actually hook the bass. It was amazing I had it
on
as long as I did with no hook in it, and even more amazing that it hit
the
rock bass again, after I finally pulled it out of the bass's throat.

The rocky was, for all intents and purposes, dead. It flitted and
fluttered
a bit on the surface until a seagull came along and put it out of its
misery.

I still hate indian summer.

RichZ©
www.richz.com/fishing

Jim

2003 R.O.F.B. NWC
Largest Non Bass Trophy Winner