When you live in Indiana you LOVE smallies! The fact of the matter is even if you don't live in Indiana you love smallmouth fishing. Fishing for smallmouth is part of my Indiana heritage and we have some of the best creeks to fish and explore.
Last evening I was dying to get out and do a little fishing and 90 degrees and nearly the same in humidity was a subject that never came up.
Over an hours drive later I arrived at the targeted creek and hit the creek as fast as possible. Downstream looked picture perfect smallmouth water so after chasing off some kids swimming in the fishing hole we made our way to the first deep hole and caught the first fish. This is usually a good sign but sometimes can be misleading.
As we made our way downstream it became evident this was going to be one of those days.
We covered both sides of the creek...hitting every structure, casting behind every boulder, banging banks left and right and occasionally finding a fish.
Fishing was slow....but part of the fishing fun is never knowing what you're gonna get!
If you love to fish, a slow day of fishing is still a stellar day!
Soon we approached a bridge and there was an occasional rumble as cars drove over it. That sounds became louder and more annoying the closer we got to the bridge...I guess if we had been catching more fish the sound of my cheers would have drowned out the rumble.
I tied on a brand new popper, one I was sure was going to tease up a fish ,when all of the sudden I heard a rather loud rumble and my fishing partner asked if that was thunder.
I was really just focusing on my newly tied on popper, and I replied that the rumble was just a truck going over the bridge. Seemed logical at the time!
We began our way back upstream and casting rather quickly trying to get in as many opportunities as possible, I made a cast close to a fallen tree and immediately a fish slammed it.
Whooooo-hoooooooo FISH ON! my cackle was followed by crashing thunder and torrential downpour. The sky opened up and soon I was dripping wet as I made my way back to my truck.
My fishing partner doesn't know the difference between the sound of thunder and a truck going over a bridge!
