Having not touched a rod since late Feb, I was in need of a good start to spring fishing. Opportunity arose to try for a new species from a new river, so I jumped at the chance. We arrived mid-morning and were happy to have the area to ourselves, albeit for a while.
Rods were set up and Brad was quick to draw first blood and bring in a tench. They're here and they're spectacular.
Not long after, my rod came to life and I landed a tench that wasn't a tench at all. Catching odd cousins when targeting something specific. You just leave that shit to me, boys. I'll catch several juvie pike when chasing grass pickerel. Lake trout after lake trout when trying for whitefish.
Next bite was paydirt. I had my Tench.
Hell yeah! Head of a carp. Tail of a loach. Very, very happy to get my hands on this foreigner.
Several tench double-headers and one triple header occured throughout the afternoon.
Other beloved species hit the net as well.
Brad caught himself a biggun, followed by a bigger one. Gotta love how these river tench fill out.
When the two hook rig resulted in two fish coming to the net, it could have been a real tangled mess. I've been crushing the barbs on my hooks for a while now, so they usually just fall out of the lip as soon as the fish is netted and the line is slack.
A silver redhorse and a tench feeding side by side.
...and a last one to finish the day.
All fish were returned to the river. I, too, shall be returning shortly.
The next day was too nice to not fish, so I tried my luck closer to home on an upper stretch of my favorite river. Bite was slow, but a mink kept me company and I did manage a brown bullhead, a fallfish, and my first greater redhorse of the year. Always happy to see young greaters.