My Favorite Time of Year


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Every year we anglers wait in anticipation for the change of the seasons. As winter turns into spring, and spring into summer, you get that all too familiar itch. The itch that says, "I need to get out on the water." Ice melts, fishing seasons open, and migrations begin. The itch soon turns into anticipation for that favorite spring fishing moment. We all have one. For some people it's the tarpon migrating north on the Gulf of Mexico. For others it's the Salmonfly hatch...

Call me a blasphemer. Call me crazy. But for me that special moment has nothing to do with trout. It's got nothing to do with bonefish or even stripers. For me, it's when the smallmouth bass return to the shallows to spawn.

Like the swallows at Capistrano, smallies return every spring to fulfill their primal urges. In the crystal clear lakes and ponds of Maine, this means endless sight fishing opportunities. This isn't spring creek fishing. The smallmouth bass are incredibly aggressive. It doesn't take much more than a woolly bugger to get them excited.

And nothing beats a 3+lb smallmouth on a 5-weight.
I agree, Smallmouth Bass on a fly rod are awesome! I grew up chasing them on a few lakes and rivers in N. Cal. Trout are my favorite target but this thread brings back some great memories of chasing smallies on warm summer days, thanks for the reminder :D
With the advent of Climate Change I believe that warm water fishing will soon become the mainstay for all fishing. That said, do waters eventually become to warm for Bass fishing?

Jim Darden

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Well....I can understand why you like that time of the year but I have to vote for Sept/Oct. All the people go away, the weather is nice, the bugs are gone, and I can't decide where to go or what to do because there are so many options.....Just my thoughts...

Jim Speaker

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I, too, am a big fan of September and October. I dunno about the bugs being gone though... I look forward to blue ribbon waters without another soul as far as you can see or hear. All year long I dream about blue wing olives being smashed by hungry trout; of gold, orange and crimson leaves disguising October Caddis before they take flight in the late afternoon and evening; and of big browns congregating, migrating, and getting damned aggressive to streamers.