I Like Big Brookies And I Cannot Lie
For some time I've been planning to go on a trip at some point this Columbus day weekend, and yesterday was the day. We set out for a certain pond targeting trout, whatever trout we could catch. We got to the spot and started fishing an hour or so before sunset, pulling out a couple miniscule larries. As the sun set, I decided to move, and me and my brother took a walk, discovering an absolute load of trout biting at a cloud of flies at the surface. We both threw out presentations, not prepared for topwater of course, and my brother hooked a friggin sunfish. damn. we kept fishing and the small stickbait I was twitching along got slammed. I set the hook and fought the fish for a good minute. when it got kind of close, I started thinking it was a rainbow. then I saw how dark it was. my brother and I start screaming that it's a big brookie, and I land the fish after a good thirty seconds of making sire I wouldn't lose him in some plants at the water's edge. Woohoo! This was such a nice fish, my biggest brookie by far and my first ever out of Massachusetts. We got some pictures and realized the fish. we didn't get a measurement but it looked to be around 14 inches, two or so inches away from a pin. we called my dad over and kept fishing, without topwaters of course, until I decided to move back to the original spot after it got dark. after a little while, something chased my stickbait almost out of the water. I had two little fights after that with fish that looked like trout when they jumped, and I hooked a little smallmouth to end things. it was a great night, and im hoping to go back soon a little better prepared to catch dome more biggins. I'll post pics separate because i don't want the weekenders finding out about this spot even though it's relatively well-known. Woohoo!