A chunky Millstone River pickerel.
When: Monday, March 19th, from 12:45pm to 1:15pm
Where: The Millstone River
What: Fishing....for pike?
Weather: Fair skies, 70 degrees, SW wind at 3mph
Barometric Pressure: 30.16in and steady
Moon: Waning, a few days before new
Water Conditions: Partly stained
As lunchtime was drawing closer today, I was once again in the market for a place to fish near my office. I had a handful of options that I had tried before, but I was in the mood for something new.
Go go Google Maps.
And off to the Millstone I went.
It wasn't too hard to find some shore access, and knowing there's some big pike in there, I tied on the biggest spinner in my box. After a few fruitless casts, I pitched the heavy Mepps along the shoreline and a 1/4-way into the retrieve it got HAMMERED.
It gave a spirited fight and I could see that it was a decent fish. I was almost certain this was going to be my first Millstone River pike, but it turned out to be another member of the Esox family...a nice big pickerel.
I took a quick photo and set it free.
I still had lots of time left, so I worked the area and then headed over a bridge to fish the other side. That didn't produce so I made my way back over to other side in preparation to go. I decided to take one cast off the bridge as I crossed, knowing very well it would be tough to land a fish from there.
What were the chances that I was actually going to get bit?
I tossed my spinner downstream, letting the current spin the blades and the lure sink down into the water column. I had a bird's eye view of my lure coming towards me, so I immediately noticed when large shadow started following it. Seconds later, I was hooked into another big pickerel. When I had battled it to the bridge, I attempted to tighten my drag and lift it up. It was a pretty big fish and my rod was completely bent in half. I hauled it halfway up and as I went to grab the line...it snapped.
No surprise there.
I had one picture for the blog, so I wasn't too disappointed at losing the fish, especially since I asked for it when I cast off that bridge. Even though I didn't land number two, it was very cool watching the fish come up from the depths, follow my lure and inhale it.
Not bad for a half-hour of my lunch...on a Monday.