Fishing Alone

This morning I decided to do something I normally don't do - fish alone.  Usually I bring my fiance along - he helps me tie setups, de-barb hooks, remove hooks from fish-lips/eyeballs/faces, take photos, yada yada yada.  Of course, this means I don't get to fish nearly as often as I'd like, for two reasons:

1. My fiance does not care much for fishing.  He loves it when he catches fish, and he likes to play with them when I catch them, but he hates hurting them, hates waiting around, doesn't care for keeping them/cleaning them, and doesn't usually see the fun in sitting around in the dark/cold/heat/wind while I throw a line in the water.  I don't mind, but I don't like making him do something he doesn't particularly like.
2. Our schedules almost never line up.  He's usually just waking up when I'm going to bed, and I'm getting ready for work by the end of his day.  Bleh.

That blows, for someone with a newly developed passion for fishing.

Anyways, this morning after work I decided I NEEDED some alone time by the water, so I packed up the camera, the tackle box, my favorite pole (Marcy), and my fishin' license and headed out to one of the less frequented fishing ponds - right by the police station.  It's less frequented because it's terrible fishing and there are police everywhere.  = Less overfished.  Unfortunately there are an abundance of turtles and very little structure, plus the water is incredibly low and the morning was blowing in rainclouds.  Oh well.  I had to be in the area anyways.  Someone drove too tired and didn't notice the school zone sign in time to slow down.

(That someone is me.)

ANYWAYS.  Fishing by yourself is a lot more fun than I'd anticipated.  Instead of worrying about making conversation, scaring away fish, boring my fiance, or being rushed to leave - I just got to focus on fishing.  I tried some new lures, mostly shooting for those elusive sunfish and bass I KNOW are in there somewhere.  I got a lot of turtle nibbles, but thankfully, none of them felt like ripping apart my lures or line.  It was nice.

Toward the end there when I'd mostly given up, had fished all the way around the pond from every angle and depth and determined nothing was biting, I was daydreaming and letting a gulp minnow on a tiny hook with a crappie nibble sit about a foot or so away from a bobber out toward a shallow side of the pond.  Since I wasn't paying attention or keeping my line tight (not so easy from bank with a bobber, imho), I didn't so much notice that I had a bite as realize something was swimming away with my minnow.

Whatever it was swam sideways and toward me, making it easy to reel it in.  When I got it toward the dock I realized it was a catfish.

BECAUSE I CAN NOT CATCH WHAT I'M GOING FOR, NOT EVER.

It's cool, though, because I freakin' adore catfish.

So I pulled the little guy in and *duh duh duhhhh* got my very first hook out of a fish all by myself without getting spined!  Go me!



I wound up heading home around noon because these weird city folks were backing up a boat of some sort to the pond and gesturing wildly about...and I didn't really want to hang out for that.  That, and some restaurant had started to cook food that smelled AMAZING and I had not yet eaten.  So I went home.

I think this should become a regular thing.  Extremely relaxing.  :)

-CC