|Details:||It was a cloudy, cool day with high temps in the low 60's. The weather kept the other fisherman off the water until afternoon so I was able to enjoy several hours of almost complete solitude. The inevitable Ponki breeze was blowing out of the northwest requiring me to use my anchor. This turned out to be a pain because I had to cover a lot of water to find fish.
The bait of the day turned out to be spinnerbaits in any color, but I also gave my frog and Storm swimbaits a good workout. My first two hookups threw their hooks. I boated my third, a solid 2+ pounder. My fourth was a monster. I got a good hookset that held even when he leapt completely out of the water. I was cranking as hard as I could but he got me down into the weeds and threw the hook 5 feet from the boat. This one felt like a personal best and I was kicking myself the rest of the day for letting it get away. Shorty thereafter I hooked up on the Storm swimbait but he threw the hook at the boat. My sixth, an average sized fish, I was able to boat.
By then I had probably anchored about 20 times and I was thinking about calling it a day. The wind had dropped a bit so I decided to paddle to the middle of the pond and drift back toward the launch point. Number seven came soon, followed almost immediately by number eight, a 4+ pounder that almost made up for the one I lost earlier. Two casts later I had a massive hit that literally pulled the rod from the cold, wet hands. I sat there stunned saying "WTF?" Number nine, an average fish, came soon after.
By Ponki standards it was a strange day to be sure. The pickerel bite was almost dead. I boated three slime darts all day. Usually, they outnumber the bass four or five to one, especially on spinnerbaits. I can't wait to get back out there, I'm liking the fall bite.