Saturday I donned my waders, took my brush rod and headed across the road to the lake. After a half hour of searching, I found some fish, and luckily landed three largemouth up to 17”. It was a ball. The brush and trees are so thick that I almost got lost trying to find my way home.
Yesterday I tried again, but never had a strike. This morning I found a storm blowing in and decided to forgo the river and give the jungle another try. I fished the same quarter mile of jungle in front of the house. Today I had eight fish hit my plastic worm. Two never got hooked; three buried themselves into the cover and got off; and three were landed. The best one was again 17”. Fishing over in the lake in these condition is like hand to hand combat. I love it!
The photos above were taken several years ago, but illustrate what it’s like to fish in the jungle. Over the years I've had fish swim through my legs when chasing my lure, crash into the body, etc. I've also broken three rods, fallen in so many times I've lost track, dunked a digital camera, and lost lots of lures. But there's still nothing like it.
