Owens Valley Bass Fishing

Since the new knee was not quite stable enough to take the Champion out, recently  I decided to head up north to the Owens Valley to do some bass fishing at some of the ponds and slews off of the Owens River. One nice thing to fishing this area is you can pull up right next to the water, or at least very close to it, and not have to hike to the water. Of course with my knee still healing and not being able to stand or walk for for any lenght of time heading up north was a good choice for me.

So I pull up to my first spot and flip out a jig. Before it could hit the bottom I feel a tick and see my line running to towards the cat tails on the opposite side of the shore. Before I could tell myself to set the hook stupid, the fish was already in the reeds and digging in further. I tried horsing him out but when your only using 10 pound fluorocarbon you can only apply so much pressure. I also tried the old, “give him slack and he will come out trick” but of course he just went further into the weeds. After a few minutes I just pulled until the line broke. Time to re-rig. The next cast out the same thing happens but this time I’m ready for him, drill him and get a nice 2 pounder out of the water. The next 3 casts netted the same results, each bass was a carbon copy of the first one I got in. “Wow, that’s 5 casts and 5 bites, its gonna be a great day”. I continued to work the area but nothing more happening, onto the next spot.

I pull up to the next spot and am thinking that this spot wanted a jig just like the last one, nope. I threw the jig for about half an hour and couldn’t even get a sniffer. So I switch up to a Senko thinking they would eat it, nope they didn’t want that either. Half an hour later I changed to drop shotting a 4 inch worm. That was the ticket, 5 casts, 4 bites, 3 bass landed with the biggest only being maybe 2 ½ pounds but fun none the less. Then the wind started to pickup making it difficult to feel the weight so after 5 more casts with the drop shot I went back to the jig because it’s heavier and I could feel it. Too bad that the jig was all I could feel, HA!

By now the wind was really blowing and I figured it was time to switch to a spinnerbait, which turned out to be a wise decision. I caught 4 more bass on the blade before the wind was just making it to miserable to continue to try and fish at this spot so it’s onto spot 3, which didn’t produce, as well as spots 4 and 5. I then figured I’d go back to my first stop and see if I could get anymore jig fish so off I went.

First cast, BAM! I reel down and set the hook and get him coming towards me, he tried getting into the weeds but not this time buddy. He’s a nice 2 ½ pounder and as I’m swinging him up I notice that there is line hanging out of his mouth. I grab him by the lip and notice that he has my jig stuck in his lip and my other jig stuck inside his mouth. Yes, he was the one that broke me off a few hours earlier. I continued to work the area for about half an hour before deciding to call it a day.

Of course all bass were released to be caught another day and seeing how none of them were very big I didn’t bother taking any pictures. It was nice being able to get out and catch a bunch of bass even though non of them were Big Uns. I can hardly wait until the doctor thinks my knee is stable enough to take the Champion out.

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