But yesterday I had an hour to spare and decided to try. I drug my float tube to a small clearing on the western edge and began kicking my way through the thicket until I found a little passageway out into the open lake. It was sunny and warm. No one was on the lake as I began casting a 5-weight with a brown Woolly Bugger back toward the lily pads.
There was no sign of fish but I had read several years ago an old post about someone catching bass in this lake. I cast for about 15 minutes with nothing. But then I slowed my retrieve a little and I felt the line tense. At first I thought I'd hooked the lily pad but then it began to quiver and I knew I had something on. Up came a one-pound black bass. I was thrilled to see the lake still had fish.
I switched over to a green popper and quickly had another largemouth, though this one was a little smaller.
By now it was time to get home so I headed back to my little passageway into the brambles and tried there before entering. There was some varied vegetation in this area and I must admit that a perfect cast was not wasted. I saw a boil and then a decent 1.5 pound black jumped out of the water for the popper. It fought pretty well and I snapped this photo below.
June and July have been good for bass. I caught a rock bass in Centralia last weekend in a river there. And I've written about the smallmouth bass I caught in Sammamish.
I am ready to get back to some trout fishing when time permits. I am partial to the beautiful streams where trout live and their more thrilling runs and fights.
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