The first pond we decided to fish was Windmill pond. No particular reason other than it seemed to have parking close by and path access all around the pond.
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Our starting gear for the evening was a rod setup with a small top water bass lure, a little yellow frog with the usual open curved mouth to create a nice little splash, and another rod with a simple hook and bobber. For which I had some fake bio degradable worms covered in red goo, and some corn (the kind from the cob) covered in bright yellow goo.
I was sure we would need to covert the top water to a bobber as well pretty quickly, as we had no real expectation of anything going for it.
When we arrived there were a couple of other people fishing, one on the north bank on one on the west, so we headed for the south bank. Steven opted for the top water and I took on the challenging fishing exercise that is a bobber.
The pond was extensively covered in thick algae, which was at its worst near the banks. So fishing with the top water wasn't going to be easy.
We cast in, Steven managing to find a clear area, however my bobber and hook landed squarely on a patch of algae, ginglerly tugging it i worked it off and managed to not get snagged up.
We were then surprised when I got immediate action on the bobber, it dipped a few times then was taken. Reeling in that first fish was exciting, as we really didn't think we would catch anything. As the fish got closer to the shore, it got really heavy, I assumed I had collected a huge amount of algae and weeds, but Steven was pretty convinced he saw a turtle shell "please say you didn't catch a turtle on your first cast" Steven pleaded. I wrestled the line out, a mass of weeds hanging from it, unsure what was under there. There was nothing... whatever had been there had made its escape whilst i was fighting the turtle/weeds.
Buoyed on by this (does that count as a pun considering we are fishing in a pond?) Steven got back to his top water, and I cast again.
Immediately my bobber went down again, and this time I managed to haul in what felt like a monster fish... at this point we considered a 4 inch sunfish / perch / whatever you want to call them, a monster as we still had extremely low expectations.
Very soon after my masterful catch, Stevens top water hit, and seemed to be putting up a much bigger fight that my killer sun fish. He negotiated the larger of the weed formations and hauled it in. As it turned out a pretty decent bass was on the line.
Like I said... not bad!
I caught a couple more sunfish, and Steven had a sunfish get greedy and go for the top water, but as the light faded on us, so did this fish. The pond became very quiet, so we decided to wrap it up.
Our success for the 40 minutes or so that we were out there fishing made us rethink our attitude to pond fishing, maybe we need to take this whole thing a little more seriously... but not to seriously, what would be the fun in that.
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