A new body of water and a new species

This past weekend was pretty slow when it comes to the fishing front, at least on my part. The main reason for the "inactivity" is because time was at a premium this weekend. But I was able to squeeze in a couple of hours on Saturday afternoon and a couple on Sunday morning for a little bit of kayak fishing.

Saturday afternoon I took the kayak over to Nan's Cove, on the Patuxent River. I thought that I might be able to see if any of the summer species had come up the river yet. I was hoping to catch a croaker or two, or maybe even a spot. I only managed one white perch. I was getting a lot of action at the end of my line, but it turned out to be small minnows just nibbling away at my shrimp. I was able to hook one, in the mouth. I couldn't believe that I had actually caught a "mummichog" on a hook. According to the Maryland DNR this one happened to be a female, so I'm glad I let her go so that she could lay eggs for future generations.

On the way back to the launch, I stopped and picked up a few old glass containers that were sitting in the mud. One of the big activities I used to do during my geocaching "obsession" was CITO. That's Cache In, Trash Out. I'd see trash and pick it up to help clean up the area. No need to stop doing that, especially when it comes to a beautiful body of water like the Patuxent.

Sunday morning around 11 o'clock, I drove down to Lake Lariat in the Lusby area. A former student had told me about the public launch there and I thought that I would give it a try. I had about an hour and half so I didn't have a whole of time to explore, so I decided to stick to the edges and see if any panfish would take my bait. As luck would have it, I hooked into a couple of smaller sized bass which put up nice fights.

I was also able to hook into a nice size, maybe 8 or 9 inches, redear sunfish. For the fish nerds out there, that's "Lepomis microlophus." I had seen pictures of the them before but I had never caught one. He was a blast trying to get to the kayak on light tackle. I love the tug.

Until next time … Tight Lines!

Another County and a Salisbury freshwater "slam"

Another weekend has passed and I'm back at school teaching chemistry. But this weekend was a productive one despite the driving that I had to do. My weekend started with a drive to St. Mary's County, specifically Leonardtown High School for the Southern Maryland Athletic Conference track meet. My son was running the 300 m hurdles and I was the one who took him down. With his event not scheduled to start for an hour and a half, I decided to drive another 7 or 8 minutes down the road to St. Mary's Lake and give it a try. When I got there, the Department of Natural Resources was holding a kids' fishing derby, so I knew that space on the shore would be a premium. It was really neat seeing the parking lot full and as I walked to the trail I spotted dozens of families with kids having a terrific time. I settled on a small finger on the southeastern portion and started casting a small jig with a Powerbait nymph towards a small set of lily pads. Three or four casts in, I was hooked up with a small, maybe 12 - 14 inch, largemouth. The kids around me, started yelling in excitement "It's a bass!" when they saw him come out of the water one time. I snapped a photo and released him back, hoping that maybe he would make his way over to the kids for them to enjoy.

After the track meet I headed home with my son for lunch and then dropped him off for work. I then hit the road to head to Salisbury so that I might be able to see my mother for Mother's Day. With the fact that she is still under the care of a nursing facility, my sisters and I really wanted to make sure that we were all three with her on Sunday. Since I arrived in Salisbury right at dinner time, I decided to let mom eat in peace so I headed to my favorite spot at Pemberton Historical Park. The grasses are really starting to sprout up and it made getting a lure down deep enough to get hit difficult since I came only prepared for panfish really. I wasn't prepared to "punch matts" as they say. Nevertheless, I was able to still find a couple of areas that had "open" water next to some of the grasses, so I figured that they would be great ambush spots for larger fish. Man was I correct when I hooked into a nice, probably 18 inch, chain pickerel. I changed locations and found some more open water, and began to cast there as well. It was there where I hooked up, and landed a nice, probably 2 lb largemouth. He was only my fourth or fifth of the season, and I was pretty happy with his size, especially because I was rigged for panfish the entire time. I released him and made a few more cast and came up with a respectable bluegill, maybe 8 inches in length. After that catch I really started to hope. I've caught many "trifectas." You know three species in a body of water, but I had never caught four different species of freshwater fish in the same body of water. I cast a little more, but the area seemed to slow down, so I decided to change spots, back to where I had caught the pickerel. I made a couple of casts into the deeper portions of the creek, getting caught on grass a few times. I decided to try three more casts since time was starting to run short. I made a long cast and was rewarded immediately by hooking up with a nice 10 or 11 inch black crappie. I had done it, four freshwater species in one trip. Actually what was nice about it, for me, at least was that I only caught four fish while there that day!

To put the finishing touches on the trip, Sunday afternoon, after a very nice visit with my mother and sisters, I made the drive back towards Calvert County. I was ahead of schedule on the drive so I decided to make a stop in Queen Anne's County, just about a mile from the entrance to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. I decided to give a pond just on the outskirts of Terrapin Beach Park a try. I had stopped there before but had no luck on previous visits. As luck would have it, I was able to catch a small black crappie to help me put Queen Anne's County on the list.

All in all - it was a pretty good weekend in the fishing department. Hopefully there will be many more to come.

Disturbing the neighbor

This past weekend I headed down to Salisbury, on Maryland's eastern shore, to visit my mother. Being that she was admitted to a nursing facility after a short stay in the hospital I was only able to visit at certain times of course. So each morning I woke at almost my regular time and I drove over to what has become my favorite fishing spot in Salisbury, the Pemberton Historical Park. Bell Creek meanders through along one of the trails and eventually dumps into the Wicomico River. It is home to many species of fish, such as black crappie, bluegill, largemouth bass, and chain pickerel. Actually to my surprise I found out this past weekend that it also has channel catfish, as I was able to land a relatively small one, about 14 inches or so.

This past trip also afforded me the opportunity to catch a couple of the largest bluegills I have seen. I didn't actually measure any of them but they easily filled the palm of my hand, as you can see in the photo. I also caught a couple of really nice size crappie, but all were released to fight again.

But from the title of this blog, you may be wondering what neighbor I mean? As I was fishing the last morning, I heard some activity about 75 yards up stream from where I was standing. I kept hearing some splashing and figured it was frogs going into the water and being attacked by a bass or pickerel, or maybe even some of the local ducks splashing around. It wasn't until I heard multiple "snorts of derision" that I truly looked. Lo and behold there was a river otter going into the water, coming up looking at me. Each time he surfaced he would snort at me, as if to say "Get out of my yard." I tried snapping a couple of photos, but this one was the best I could get. I've seen videos online of people in kayaks being attacked by geese or swans, but I've never heard of otters bothering people. He didn't come within 50 yards, but I could tell that he was irritated. Being that the fishing had slowed down, I decided to pack my things head back to the house and then go by and see mom. As I was leaving I met a lady walking her dog and she asked "Catch anything?" I told her "Yeah I got a couple of nice gills, and a crappie or two." I then told her about the otter, and I don't think she believed me, until he surfaced again and gave his familiar snorts. I may be a fishermen, and I may exaggerate about size or number of fish, but about this - I'm telling the truth. Until next time … tight lines.

Look just to the right of the branches for his head in front of his wake.