rockfisherman
04-07-2005, 02:24 PM
The long winter is over…spring has really arrived in South County, Rhode Island…not by the calendar, mind you…IT claimed spring began over two weeks ago…but by deed and the signs of mother nature herself. I offer the following as evidence:
RI Bill and I headed to a secluded South County pond last night after work. I saw 2 ospreys on a nest on the way to the pond. The spring peepers were in full chorus, and the red winged blackbirds ringed the pond, staking out their territories with their distinctive calls. The swamp maples buds were red and swollen with the promise of bright green, new leaves.
The largemouth bass have awoken from their winter slumbers and are actively pursuing forage with the urgency brought on by the lengthening days. Action was fast at times, with double hookups and even an occasional double landing of fish. A pink sunset ended a beautiful spring day, although the temperatures fell rapidly after sunset. We would have hung around longer for the night bite of trophy bullheads if it were not for that.
Bill did manage a potential IGFA world line class record brown bullhead, but before I could stop him, he used his cigar to part the tippet so he could extract the hook for a quick release. No tippet sample, no record.
It was a beautiful spring day in Southern New England, the fish are biting, and the season holds promise once again.
RI Bill and I headed to a secluded South County pond last night after work. I saw 2 ospreys on a nest on the way to the pond. The spring peepers were in full chorus, and the red winged blackbirds ringed the pond, staking out their territories with their distinctive calls. The swamp maples buds were red and swollen with the promise of bright green, new leaves.
The largemouth bass have awoken from their winter slumbers and are actively pursuing forage with the urgency brought on by the lengthening days. Action was fast at times, with double hookups and even an occasional double landing of fish. A pink sunset ended a beautiful spring day, although the temperatures fell rapidly after sunset. We would have hung around longer for the night bite of trophy bullheads if it were not for that.
Bill did manage a potential IGFA world line class record brown bullhead, but before I could stop him, he used his cigar to part the tippet so he could extract the hook for a quick release. No tippet sample, no record.
It was a beautiful spring day in Southern New England, the fish are biting, and the season holds promise once again.