January 6th, and it’s my first angling outing of the New Year. I hope it’s a sign of how my fishing is going to go for the rest of this year!
After having our first Kentucky Kayak Fishing board meeting over breakfast at the Cracker Barrel in Shelbyville, I rushed back to Georgetown for a drive by. I wanted to swing by my favorite spot on the Elkhorn to scout the water level since it blows out pretty quickly when we have any rainfall to speak of. This stretch usually clears back out in about 24 hours and today was no exception; the water was a little higher than average but looked great.
By the time I got home, rounded up my gear and loaded the yak it was noon. The sun was shining bright and I was in a hurry. The air temperature was around 40o and the water temp for the day fluctuated between 48 and 50 degrees.
I hooked up after about twenty minutes with a really nice smallie that I can’t count because I didn’t boat him. I just got a really good look as he threw the hook right beside my kayak. For the next hour or so it was slow going but I caught a couple of small KY bass. I was using a Yum Dinger with a wide gap finesse hook.
As he started talking about how any day on the water is good, I knew I’d met a fellow fishing fanatic. To my surprise he asked me if I had a blog and if I was “ShesaManiYak”. He’s been reading me! I can’t believe anyone would, but it’s very encouraging to meet someone who does.
Chris Stone was from northern Ohio and had made the four-hour drive down for the weekend to fish Elkhorn Creek. He and his wife lived here several years ago and he knew the small mouth fishing was good. Mandy and their two children made the trip with him this weekend and were spending the day sight-seeing around Georgetown and Lexington.
We paddled downstream and arrived at another of my favorite hot spots on the creek, a spot that almost always produces. Two casts, two fish! I yelled over to Chris to come over and get in on the bite. After all, he had supplied the bait!
For the next forty-five minutes to an hour we couldn’t get our lines back in the water fast enough. Not only were the fish biting, they were hitting hard. Not the usual soft-mouthed bite of a sluggish wintertime bass. We soon lost count of the numbers but we believe thirty or more fish were caught between the two of us.
With daylight fading fast and another fifteen minutes needed to get to the take out spot, we reluctantly pulled up anchor, the pending darkness being the only thing that would have pulled either one of us off of that hole.