Thursday, October 17, 2013

Ambition


If redbreasts grew to be five pounds, I wouldn't go near the water.

When bass fishin' around here I throw big flies, big poppers, #2 at a minimum, so the bluegills and sunnies can't get ahold of them. But it doesn't stop them from trying. Blip. Blip. Blip. It's maddening.

And with all due respect to my buddy Cameron, The Year of the Bluegill? Really? More like Year of the Creek Cockroach. Pond pestilence. River vermin. Stealers of flies from the mouths of real fish.

That having been said, you do have to admire their ambition.

9 comments:

Kevin Frank said...

The pretentious piranha.

Tom Chandler said...

Vermin? You're going to hell.

Howard said...

Hey! Most of us started out fishing for vermin. Yeah they can be aggravating, but still...vermin?

Mike Sepelak said...

Okay, okay. Perhaps vermin was a little over the top. What can I say? I'll apologize to the next one that impales itself.

And Tom, I think that fact has been well established. At least you keep reminding me.

Joel D said...

You have to respect the range of color and beauty those little guys have even if they take your #2 popper. Many a bluegill has saved my day from an utter skunk.

Mike Sepelak said...

True that, Joel. They are pretty amazing in their presentation. Not surprising that an artist would notice that. Nice call.

Josh Mann said...

Mike , you need to come over to the dark side of meat chunking.

That little guy is perfect size for bait! I've caught a lot of big cats and a few Stripers on baby 'gills.

Bob Triggs said...

I always enjoy your perspective here. I spent most of my two years in the fifth grade fishing for crappie, bluegill, and bass.

Mike Sepelak said...

It's all about the food chain, Josh, isn't it? And I've thrown musky flies that would dwarf this little guy.

Thanks Bob. Fifth grade was a very good time. I can understand you wanting to hang around.