Bass Fishing Blog
If you’re just starting out using the wacky rig, the idea of using it can be…well…wacky. Here are a few tips that will help you out with fishing this type of rig and hopefully will help you catch more bass when using it.
Visiting the same fishing spot over and over can become boring. Sometimes you just need some new scenery, a new challenge, or maybe just something closer to home. This is a good opportunity to start exploring new ponds, rivers, and lakes. I’ve got a few tips that will make this process easier and more enjoyable.
Early in the 2012 season, I came across a great spot along the Cuyahoga River in Akron. It’s a great spot for wading in your bare feet and keeping cool. It’s a little bit of a hike from the parking lot, but well worth it. I’ve caught several Smallmouth Bass from many different angles along the shore and from the island in the center of the river.
I know it’s not very big at all, but here is my very first muskie. And at the time of writing this post, it is the only muskie I have ever caught. I really wasn’t sure what it was at the time, but after looking at the photos, I figured out it was a muskie and not a pike based on the direction of the stripes.
After a painful winter of 2011, I went out in Mid-March 2012 to Wingfoot Lake pond and caught these beautiful largemouth bass. This was at the same pond I caught my first large bass. If I remember correctly, I was using Berkeley Gulp Alive minnows at the time.
For Christmas 2011, I asked Santa to upgrade my plastic tackle box to a canvas tackle bag. He didn’t bring me one, but he did give me a gift card for Gander Mountain and asked me to pick out my own. Given the small amount of lures and baits I had at the time, this is what I picked out:
After catching this crappie, I immediately texted my uncle asking what species it was. I had no idea… I was still new at fishing at that point.
This happened at a small pond in Southgate Park, which is connected to Boettler Park in Green, OH. This was some time ago, but I believe I was using a black slug on a Texas rig. I caught a good sized bass and went to unhook him when he flailed. The hook scraped across my thumb, leaving this cut. I’m looking at my hand as I write this and I can faintly see the scar.