What I’ve learned this fall, so far, from fishing?
If it wiggles, and if it tastes good, then the bass will bite. Preferably, it should wiggle, taste good, and be on the bottom of the river, in shallow water. Motion and flavor, color doesn’t matter much.
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[/style> It’s the same picture from Wednesday morning, same image, no, didn’t catch it again, not yet. But I got to thinking about it, recalling the meaty mouth, the hard bone structure of the jaw, the solid feel to the fish, and how it was ‘beefy,” in as much as a fish can be so aptly described.
One of the tricks in fishing is learning how to observe nature in her element, and figure out what works. The statistic I’ve read, and I can’t find the source, is that a bass will take the same bait a maximum of three times before learning that the color/composition is bait, and not really food. Which is why I’ve had the same fish chase the same lure, but not bite. Which, to some folks, I’m sure, can be a frustrating experience.
There was a cold snap – too cold for me to fish right now, and an actual conversation, some point in Friday’s afternoon, as I was walking in the cool mist?
“59 degrees, like, that’s cold enough for it snow, isn’t it? Sure feels that way.”
The lesson from the fish? The other afternoon? After some reflection, I realized that the fish are fattening up. They know it’s going to be a cold winter.
I used to watch the squirrels, but I haven’t been around them too much, not in their natural state, so I couldn’t say, can’t tell if they’re getting fat for the winter, too.
Ah yes, well cold or not, it’s off to work this fine Saturday morn.
