Well, it finally happened this year. I reached 100 fish in a day. With last year's hectic schedule and wretched weather, it never happened for me in 2011. I arrived at the lake around 10 am and couldn't help but make a few casts from the bank, just to gauge the bass activity. Within a few minutes I had caught two bass on a soft plastic jerkbait, and one on a small swimbait. They weren't large, maybe 11-12", but it seemed like a good indicator for a great day. And it was. I launched out into the crystalline waters and was scoring fish from the get go on the jerkbaits. Most were cookie cutter imitations of the first three, but I got into a few better ones.
I had some fast action on a swim Fluke as well as my little Twitchy Minnow in various colors. The wind kicked up, and a ski boat arrived, so I kicked in for some lunch. I decided to ditch the tube and wade in among the trees. That proved to be a wise choice. I switched to just my 6' Shimano Clarus and a vest full of jerkbaits and worked my way along the shore. I caught a ton of smaller fish, but every once in a while I would get something nicer.
There ski boat had been hanging out nearby, bludgeoning me and the fish with a ceaseless stream of top 40 crappage. The fishing slowed down until they moved on. Once they did, I began to see more good fish showing up. Most were skittish or at least uninterested. Some were already beginning to couple up. At one point I spotted a fat sow of about 18". I worked her for some time, jiggling a 5.5" trick worm on the bottom, when she finally came over and slurped it up. I set the hook hard, the drag giving just a bit, the rod doubling, but for some reason we didn't hook up. I switched back to the jerkbait and continued on. I was beginning to see a ton of large gills and some decent crappie, but I wasn't rigged up for them. I kept at the bass, and it was beginning to seem likely that I would reach 100 fish. I would have a flurry of action,
and then it would die down. I would be ready to pack it up, and then I would have another rally.
My camera began to fog up from all the deep wading I was doing. I slowly climber upward in my numbers until it was getting dark and I was stuck at 99. I missed a couple and was wondering if I wouldn't make it. It was time to go, so for the heck of it I grabbed a rod rigged with a spinnerbait out of the car. I missed one almost immediately, and then nothing. I fished another ten minutes and had resigned myself to only catching 99 fish. As I was walking back to the car, I threw a cast and began reeling as I walked. Wouldn't you know it, fish number 100 finally arrived. He was a dink, but I did nonetheless.
Total for trip: 100 largemouth
Total for year: 453 fish