The best thing about Autumn is Summer. Indian Summer, that is. Shorts weather in November. Blue skies and brilliant sun riding high over a freshwater flood plane filled to just the right level. All it took was a short drag of the kayaks down a winding wooded trail to a notch in the cattails and we had the day to ourselves.
It doesn't get much better.
Fat bucketmouths, white crappie, redbreasted sunfish, striped raccoon perch. All that in twenty minutes from a postage stamp-sized hole we've dubbed "The Aquarium." An eight-foot-deep divot in the middle of acres of skinny water. A southern swamp blue hole.
So here's big thanks going out to my buddy Chris for joining me on a day, and in a place, just too good to keep to myself. With some luck, this Indian Summer will hang on just a little bit longer and we'll do it again soon.
4 comments:
Weird, I've fished with Chris several times. Never realized he was left handed.
Don't feel lonesome, Kevin. Your comment made me look at the pictures to also realize that he is.
Thanks for the invite, Mike! I always enjoy checking out a new spot, especially if I'm in good company and the fish turn up.
It was a fine day, sir. We'll have to do it again sometime.
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