I’ve spent extra time at Candlewood this spring and early summer time than common. However I don’t do C’wooden on weekends. So immediately I went have been large wakes and skiers wouldn’t be a difficulty — Lakeville.
My first cease was very productive. Three bass and a toothy critter in about 20 minutes. And even the pickerel was one. All the fish on that cease got here on a inexperienced pumpkin Ozmo, fished on a Titleshot jighead.
Moved on to the following bar, and caught one other one on the Ozmo. Even had the GoPro operating for this one.
The creature bait chew petered out on me not lengthy after the fog lifted and the clouds disappeared. However the chew on the whole didn’t. The adjustment was simple, as a result of it entailed nothing greater than switching to the strategy that I usually use at Lakeville — finessing the skin fringe of the weeds. The motion wasn’t sizzling and heavy, however it was regular, fishing each a small jig & worm and a drop shot rig.
Sadly, the common measurement of the bass went down with the smaller baits, and the variety of pickerel I used to be catching went up. Virtually all my bass — each the early creature chew and the all day small worm chew — got here inside a number of toes both approach of the skin weed edge. Virtually all of the pickerel got here effectively outdoors the weed development, in deeper water.
This drop shot fish got here on a misdirected forged that went deep right into a dense clump of milfoil. The fish wasn’t all the massive, however it wrapped me within the veggies so deep that I couldn’t transfer it for what appeared like without end. Each time I let off a bit on the stress, I might really feel it shaking its head. I assume it was making an attempt simply as exhausting to get unstuck as I used to be making an attempt to get it unstuck.
Ultimately, I managed to get it shut sufficient to the sting that it broke (largely) freed from the weeds and I used to be capable of land it. However a drop shot rod with a 6# check chief is unquestionably NOT the most effective instrument for that job. Catching one buried within the heavy milfoil made me want that I’d introduced the flipping follow me. I hadn’t, however I attempted pitching the creature bait into holes and pockets within the dense weeds for a bit, with no motion. I went again to keying on the periphery earlier than lengthy, and was proper again catching fish.
Even fishing tight to the sting, from time to time one would get me balled up within the milfoil. Normally, I managed to get it out of the duvet and into the boat.
However not all the time.
Late within the day, as I used to be fishing my approach again to the bar I’d began on, I hooked one on a stable weed edge that I’d skipped previous within the morning. By its sheer weight and energy, I assumed it should be an enormous pickerel. There are extra 7# pickerel in Lakeville than 7# bass.
However the head shake stated bass.
At one level, I bought it close to sufficient to the floor that when it turned and dove again down, I bought a really temporary glimpse of its flank, and it was positively a bass. A really large bass. I gained’t hazard a guess as to its measurement, as a result of I’d sound like a idiot.
Ultimately it determined it was going deep into the weeds, and there was completely nothing I might do about it. It pulled off a minute or so later. Sadly, that will change into my final hookset of the day. However even ending on a down word, I nonetheless drove residence greater than glad with the day.