Indeed, I found some fish that had begun nesting, and were big enough to catch. Ironically, none of them were smallmouth, which is all I had expected to find.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Walking Creek
Since February, I've been making visits to a small stream I know, waiting for the smallmouth bass to move up from the main river and start looking for spawning sites. While I don't think the warm weather is here to stay yet, I had a feeling that the past week has been nice enough to get the fish moving.
Indeed, I found some fish that had begun nesting, and were big enough to catch. Ironically, none of them were smallmouth, which is all I had expected to find.
When I saw this fish (above) in the water, I thought for sure it was a smallmouth, but when I landed it I was suprised by the dark spots along it's lateral line. Typically, this kind of marking is found on largemouth bass but this fish definitely wasn't a largemouth. Based on the temperature of the water, I'm pretty sure this was actually a spotted bass, the first one I can remember catching.
A nice little rock bass. These fish are also called "red eye," for obvious reasons.
This bluegill was the hardest fighter of the day. Lot's of people claim that "such-and-such a species is pound for pound the hardest fighting fish" but I wouldn't be surprised if a rigorous study handed that label to these little fellows. 
Indeed, I found some fish that had begun nesting, and were big enough to catch. Ironically, none of them were smallmouth, which is all I had expected to find.
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