The Jackall "Giron" struck early and often at Mindowaskin.
When: Tuesday, April 17th, from 7pm to 7:30pm
Where: Mindowaskin Pond in Westfield
What: Bass fishing
Weather: Mostly cloudy, 79 degrees, NW wind at 12mph and gusting to 20mph
Barometric Pressure: 30.07in and steady
Relative Humidity: 13%
Moon: Waning, a couple days before new
Water Conditions: VERY stained
So, I tried it again.
I've never pulled a bass off a bed with a Jackall Giron, but I have used it to find aggressive, protective fish right before the spawn. Little did I think it would have such success at the little puddle across the street from the Westfield Police station.
I have already proven to myself that I could catch a few bass at Mindowaskin and have also scored a few nice ones. However, I never thought I would hook three good fish in my half-hour of fishing.
Maybe this place doesn't get as much pressure as I thought, maybe the bass just haven't seen that many $20 swimbaits, or maybe I got there at one of those magic times that the stars where aligned and the fish were feeding.
I'm going with the latter.
I got to Mindowaskin expecting to see the bass on their beds. And although I did find some really nice fish in the shallows, it appeared that they were hunting, not mating. More evidence that these bass were hungry was that the sunfish were squeezed up against shoreline, possibly to avoid the lurking predators.
However, all was not well and good. The first fish I hooked, a solid 2-lber, shook free at my feet seconds after I hooked it. After a quiet 10 minutes, I hooked another nice fish. After fighting to shore, I made a bush-league decision to try and lift it to my hand instead of lipping it, and I thought I saw it wink as it said "good-bye."
Two nice fish, no picture for the blog.
I think the muffled cusses made made their way out my head through my mouth at that point, but there was no way I was going home unhappy on a lucky Tuesday.
Another strike, from a slightly bigger fish, and this one made it hand. In reality, I'm amazed that it did. I could see when it got closer that it was BARELY hooked and it would NOT give in. Every time I was about to reach down and grab it, it took off again. It did this 4 or 5 times and I could not horse it back since the hook was hanging by a thread.
In the end though, patience and precision earned me my precious picture.