Wednesday, November 24, 2010


Of course I didn’t catch anything. That wasn’t the point.

The point was to take advantage of a miraculous late November mid-seventies day for one last hike to the Haw, one last wade in my home waters, one last shot at them river largemouths, before officially closing the book on my warm-water season.

I had this crazy notion that Indian summer temperatures and an approaching storm front that had barometric pressures dropping like autumn leaves would goad the bass into one last pre-winter feed. It wasn’t to be. Too many cold nights have put them down for good. I just needed to know.

I caught no fish, and that's okay. I got what I really went after.



Ryan said...

Cool little post. Thanks!

Happy Thanksgiving
The Average Joe Fisherman

Bigerrfish said...

good read, winter time bass always get me thinking... they have to eat something... right?
Do you think they just breath microplankton like insects and survive that way?... Did somebody say Chironomids and Callibaetis for Bass?

Mike Sepelak said...

My theory is that they head downstream to Lake Jordan and settle into the deep, calm waters there. No fighting currents when you're cold; lazy largemouths. And since I SUCK at fishing the "big waters", that puts a wrap on my bass season. Thankfully, trout like it cold.

John said...

Great posting, the first line says it all!