Haven't posted in quite awhile. I have quite a few things to post, maybe I will have time to get to them.
Today me and my significant other went fishing down by the 275 bridge on the Little Miami. I had been up all night before this researching the various river fishing methods and tackle rigs, thinking that all these years there must be a trick to it. So I meticulously planned the outing with dreams of smallmouth and channel cat, hurrying to my set up, sticking their fish noses up at inferior river fishers that might have past their way. So during the hottest muggiest time of the day, we trudged down to the sandbar and began to fish. Nightcrawlers and drift rig. Apparently while I slept the river rose about two feet. So I blame the Cincinnati 'weather that makes no sense' on that. After a few casts, and no hits, I began the tried and true rooster tail. With sweat pouring into my eyes as I tried to knot the line, I was finally able to get it set up. First cast, wide arc, straight to the overhanging sycamore branch. I was able to free it as it was my favorite new red rooster tail. A few more casts and a hit. Not able to set the hook, I kept casting. Finally caught a small striper. Encouraged, we stayed about another hour until an urban mammal called the 'loud ATV riding jackass' decided to run us off by continually riding past the area we were fishing, revving his non-baffled out of tune noise maker. At least I caught a fish, and was out in nature for awhile. So a decidedly good day for the record.
