I altered my work schedule on June 5 to get out a couple hours early to put in a full evening on The Canal. The aim was to celebrate the fourth anniversary of my first Canal catch with some more bass from the same spot. Unfortunately, not many bass were in a festive sort of mood.
June 5, 2021 flashback photo of my first bass caught on The Canal
Stats
Date: June 5
Location: Hennepin Canal
Time: 4:30pm-8:15pm
Totals: 2 bass
Weather: Sunny/calm to breezy, 72F
Lures: Spro Flappin Frog 65 (leopard) – 1 bass, Booyah Buzz Buzzbait (snow white shad) – 1 bass
Top Bass: 1-3 Frog
Top 2 Weight (only two bass at 12” or better): 2-2 (1-3,0-15)
Starting lineup
7:34pm – Took a while but mission accomplished with an anniversary bass at 1-3 (13″) on a frog
Tune of the Trip
Happy Anniversary – Little River Band (1977)
Revisiting the spot where I caught my first Canal bass seemed like a good idea, but it turns out that I should have “celebrated” somewhere else.
8:06pm – Second and final bass of the evening at 0-15 (13.5″) on a buzzbait
Notes and Nonsense
Fizzled Festivity – Three hours into casting, I was seriously concerned that no bass were going to show up for our reunion of sorts. Up to that point, I had gotten four strikes on a frog but failed to get any of those fish into the boat. Two were only briefly hooked after the topwater explosions and the other two came unbuttoned midway to the boat. With about forty minutes of fishing remaining, I avoided the shutout with a frog bass and managed to eke out one more on a buzzbait about ten minutes before ending my evening.
Cottowood fuzz is terrible in some spots
The Fuzz – The stretch I chose to fish was ugly with cottonwood fuzz. In the windblown areas, the surface was a nasty, white, slimy mess. This resulted in numerous backlashes, abrupt endings to many casts, and frequent attention to the gobs of gunk on my line, lures, level wind, and spool. There is no way to rid your gear of this stuff when it is wet, so you must grin and bear it or find some water with less cottonwood congestion. Mother Nature just doing its thing, I guess, but an annual bane for anglers.
An errant cast also produced what we call a “log salmon”
Winning lures
In the end, I was able to celebrate the date with a couple fish and always good to get on the water and take my shot. A recent conversation with Dad featured one of those old fishing adages that we dredge up from time to time that summed up this trip. Such an evening reinforces why our hobby is called “fishing” instead of “catching.” Talk to you later. Troy
Did I mention that the cottonwood fuzz was ugly?
