On my second cast I caught a little largemouth bass, probably only a pound. After a few more casts I switched to a firetiger Berkley PowerBait BladeDancer and caught a second largemouth, then a third; neither one was much bigger. I walked around to a dike and cast out with the BladeDancer and got a huge bite. I yanked and started reeling, figuring it was be a giant bass from the way it was fighting. But when I got it closer, I could see it was a huge black crappie. As I was about to get it on shore, the hook popped out of the crappie's mouth and it took off.
About thirty minutes later, I caught another crappie and got it close to shore before it once again dislodged the hook and took off. I decided to take a break from the crappie and try a log at the other end of the pond where I figured some large bass would be. I walked along a steep bank through some tall grass to get to the log, and as soon as I cast in I got a huge bite that snapped the line. I got upset and took a short break to collect my thoughts before I started fishing again. I took a few pictures and talked to my uncle, who had come down to the pond to see how I was doing. I then switched rods and used a Culprit worm in a Texas rig without a weight. I went back to the log and got a few bites but nothing more. I started walking back to my original spot, casting as I walked, when I noticed a muskrat swimming toward me. It was about 10 feet from me when I got a bite from a bass. It splashed out of the water as it grabbed my worm and the muskrat took off. It was a little bigger than my previous bass, probably about a pound and a half to two pounds.
After hauling in the nice crappie, I fished a while longer with no success. Hoping to catch the huge fish that broke my line, I went back to the log and fished for about 30 minutes. It was starting to get dark and the grass was getting slippery with dew. While walking back to my car to switch lures, I once again had to go across the steep bank. This time, with the slippery grass underfoot, I didn't manage so successful. My feet slid out from beneath me and I landed hard on my back. I lay there for about three minutes before getting up - I'm not as young as I once was. As the sky darkened, my friend Brendan Handy showed up and started fishing with me. I turned on the headlights of my car for light and we walked up the dike. I had switched back to a topwater popper, hoping the noise would attract some fish, while he used a worm in a Texas rig. While we sat there talking about how we probably wouldn't catch any more fish, there was a huge splash and Handy's pole bent.
He reeled hard and pulled in a large crappie. It was probably about as big as the first crappie I had hooked and looked longer than the one I had gotten ashore. We took a few photos (second photo) of him and the fish and then a few of the fish and the worm he caught it on. We kept on fishing until 11:30 p.m., getting a few bites but no more fish.
All in all, it was a very fun fishing trip. It was very last minute, and I wish I would have brought some worms with me. I may have busted up my back pretty good on the slippery bank, but it was worth it to catch a few nice crappies. Even though the bass were small, it was nice to catch my first bass of the year, as well.