So on Saturday I was able to get out for another long session and I had managed to convince Rod (rocketv) to accompany me on another adventure. Rod is now a three trip veteran on my sort of bass fishing trip and so he now knows what to expect both physically and my usual time of launch.
We meet up at 4.30AM and made our way to the exit point where we dropped off Rod’s car and then made our way to the launch point eager to hit the water and start casting. The morning was honestly glorious with every rainforest bird in the area happily singing away and absolutely zero wind leaving the water like glass. We hit the first pool and it looked sensational, unfortunately the bass were not keen and so we quickly made our way to the second pool in the hope to find a few keen fish.
The second pool was a lot larger and it wasn’t long before Rod’s surface lure, a Mazzi Pop I think, was hit by a surface marauding bass and he managed the first bass of the night. Unfortunately the photo turned out a bit blurry!
Soon after Rod had found another bass that took an interest in his lure and missed the hit. I was having a few reel issues at the time and had sent a cast out that required some attention with the braid on the spool. I gave it a quick retrieve to pack the line on and noticed a bow wave behind the lure and so I gave it a pause before I worked it again and a bass smashed the lure and I was onto my first bass. As I netted my bass Rod was working the area where he had missed his fish and he eventually managed to find another bass and we had a very rare moment where both of us had a bass in the net at the same time
During the morning we were consistently managing to catch a few bass, and miss some as well, and all were off the surface. The size was small to average and it was a great start!
We moved into some relatively skinny pools covered in shade and I managed to miss a small bass on the Nobroko Softcada only to manage a 30cmFL bass off the next cast on the same lure. Not long after a cast at a nice little snag and a few twitches had me onto another slightly bigger model. During the photos session I managed to get a treble embedded in my thumb and I thought my session was over but I managed to remove it quite easily in the end with a couple of swift tugs.
Rod moved to the next pool while I got my numb hands sorted and managed a hit in almost no water at the top of the pool. After a few follow up casts the fish returned and he was onto another 30cm+ bass that stitched him up on a log at the top of the pool and I managed a dodgy photo of under water as it was only ankle deep. I then managed another 30cm+ bass casting up the pool that took the Nobroko while I was chatting away and not concentrating.
The highlight of the early morning was when we came across a large tree and Rod managed the first quality bass near its trunk. At 37cmFL it was a solid fish and left a smile on Rod’s face. I got another good boil at the other end of the tree although the fish refused to hit the lure and I was too lazy to throw on a subsurface diver. This pool had yielded numerous missed hits and boils and although the fish were there they majority of the cheeky beggars had avoided the trebles.
The next few pools were small but had multiple bass structures including rocky cliff faces on one side and a nice heavily shaded timber on the other. The water line was also heavily fringed with Lomandra providing multiple casting opportunities. We continued to find fish at a ridiculous rate and missed many hits. The highlight of this little section was watching Rod miss numerous hits off a single stand of twiggy timber and finally decide to try and teabag a bass by casting over the entire dead bush. Of course a bass was there and smashed the lure, luckily it was only a small one although he did have to extricate the bass from the structure by hand to get his lure back. Crazy man!
We finally got to a large pool and this is where the fishing really heated up. I must have known it was going to be good as it was here that I switched on my GoPro and managed to get some great footage of the entire pool.
Much to our dismay it seemed that the top of pool was covered in leaf litter and we knew that the fishing would be a little tougher as we were left having to target the small patches of clear water. It wasn’t long until one of these small patches yielded another average bass as I cast into a clear pocket beneath some overhanging trunks on the bank. This bass showed some interesting behaviour that I have seen once before where it tried to dislodge the lure on the floating leaves and breached multiple times in an attempt to remove the lure. It behaved almost like a barramundi!
After catching a bass at the top of the pool I gave Rod a Green Grocer Softcada to try and within minutes the lure was smashed and Rod was onto a solid bass in the mid-thirties and I finally had a photo of this colour with a fish attached.
It was at this point I reached “The Snag” which was a mass of timber covered in dead vines. A large log ran along the water line and it was here that I sent my first cast plumb against the log and gave it a twitch. A good bass hit the lure and I knew I had to work hard to stop it heading back into the timber. After a short tussle I netted and measured a nice 40.5cmFL bass.
A few casts later into the same snag my Sammy was boiled by what I thought was a monster bass as due to the amount of water displaced. I retrieved the lure and after a few metres the water exploded and I was hooked up. I knew the bass was no monster but it still had some after burners and headed straight back for the timber and dragged me with it. I bit of careful negotiating and multi- tasking had me playing the bass in safe water and eventually netting a nice 38cmFL bass.
Rod then managed another solid bass on the Mazzi Pop on the opposite side of the river before I headed back to the same snag. I kept casting at the same stand of timber from multiple angles going deeper into the structure into dangerous territory. Of course on one of the deepest casts a bass came out to smash the lure and again I found myself working hard to extricate a bass from deep cover without getting stitched up. This time a nice 36cmFL bass slipped into the net.
Continuing down the pool I missed another couple of fish on really short casts that sent the lure hurtling back in my direction at a hundred miles an hour like a cruise missile being launched from a sub. Many of the fish seemed to be congregating around the long vines that dangled from the trees in a large mass and it was here that I began targeting heavily as all of them seemed to hold a bass.
After missing fish on the previous entanglement of vines I was keen to cast at the next stringy mass I could see further up the creek. Rod interrupted that thought when he sent out a cast and then commented about how bad a cast it was. I replied that sometimes they are the casts that catch a fis…………………….when boof he was on! It was a very amusing moment!
I headed back to my side of the river and after a few casts it wasn’t long before another bass came out a picked the Sammy off the surface and I was connected to another mid thirties fish that slipped into the net after a spirited fight. Soon after A long cast beneath a tree trunk that was standing angled on the bank saw me catch another solid little bass that was much darker in colouration compared to the other golden fish typical of this system.
As we approached the end of the pool I switched to the Nobroko Softcada and was belted metres from the kayak and I dropped it only to be picked up by a bass hiding under an undercut bank the very next cast. This fish cleverly ran me along the undercut bank and eventually managed to throw the trebles on the fibrous roots lining the banks submerged fringe. I switched back to the Sammy after a few more casts and sent an awesome cast deep under an overhanging bush that was smashed and I was on again before I pulled the hooks. Rod commented that I was probably going too hard on them and I had to agree! Again the very next cast was hit by a bass that missed and then I picked him up after a few twitches only to subsequently pull the hooks on my fourth fish in a row.
Rod then sent an exploratory cast to the end of the pool where the water began to flow quickly downstream. It was in full sun and in about a foot of water and the Green grocer was belted off the surface in an area I would have dismissed every time I looked at it.
We continued downstream and I continued using then Double Drummer Softcada and picking up a bass here and there until we reached a nice little feeder creek that had a wide opening and narrowed to very little further upstream. As I do, I fired a cast up the middle of the creek where I planned on paddling in case I disturbed a free roaming fish. I turned to say something to Rod as I waited for the ripples to settle and of course a bass exploded around the lure when I was distracted. It was another nice fish in the mid-thirties and it had absolutely engulfed the lure.
The very next cast I found a nice little twiggy bush to cast at and I managed the perfect cast to the back of structure. A couple of twitches and another bass smashed the lure and I was on again to better fish that went 36cmFL
I commented to Rod that I was on a hat trick and picked the ideal place for my next cast. It was almost the identical structure to the previous cast and so I targeted the same. The cast went in and after a couple of twitches yet again another bass smashed to lure. I must admit it was like heaven. When I finally slipped the 38cmFL bass into the net I couldn’t even see the lure and knew this bass had engulfed the lure just like the last. In both cases the lure came out much easier than I thought they would.
We hit the next pool and a few showers of drizzle started. The wind also seemed to shift direction and we both commented that the weather seemed to have changed tangibly. We started casting at the same area of the pool and within moments we both copped a hit on the same cast. Rod dropped his fish while I managed another fish about 36cmFL.
The pool had some amazing structure and we were sure we would find a bass or two but found nothing. The change in weather had more or less shut the bass down. We picked up a few little fish on the way and missed a couple more but the hot session we had experienced prior to the weather change was over. To finish the session Rod managed another bass on his last few casts on the Green Grocer Softcada.
It was a great way to finish an awesome day bassing!