Summer Night at King's Creek

My Dad and I planned on bringing the boat out for the first time in a few years but the temperature wasn't right. High 80's, low 90's didn't give us much faith on the boat so we took our tackle to King's Creek, at worst it would be a refreshing walk through the creek. So we made our way to the creek and quickly noticed the change since last time we were there in late Spring: the water levels were extremely low, giving us a whole new playing field to work with. Our target: small mouth bass. Not only was the water low, but it was extremely transparent and glare-free which led me to see the hole of around 10 large fish (mostly Carp) slowly swimming around. Ya, I know our target was small mouth but I wanted to have a go at a larger fish, especially since I was using my new light-weight rod with just a 6 lb test, so I figured it could get interesting. I needed an earthworm quick, and thanks to Mr. Rock near the water, I was able to dig one up. A quickly rigged up a hook with the earthworm and dropped it right in the middle of the party. Didn't have much luck until 10 minutes later when I saw my line being tugged on. It seemed to me like a small bite but the fish actually sucked my lure straight up. I was surprised that the fish didn't even put up a fight (kind of like the Steelers vs. the Browns if that helps explain it). I thought it was a Carp but I found out it was actually a Freshwater Drum. Always a good feeling to catch a fish you've never caught before.

The rest of the evening consisted of finding spots too low for bass fishing but great for trout fishing when fall rolls around. What struck me was what I found at one of the holes. I was about to cast when I noticed something rather huge walking through the water. The best way to put it, it looked like a small lobster was dropped in the creek. This crawfish was atleast 5-6 inches (without any exaggeration). It's monstrous claws were raised in the water as it slowly walked through a bed of rocks. Me and my Dad tried to catch it but lost him in a smokescreen of mud. After that, we headed back for 5 more minutes at the larger fishing hole. Ended up reeling in this smallie using a trout magnet.

Didn't fill up the stringer but as always it was great getting out into nature, especially with my Dad.