Catching white bass hooked me on fishing. Dustin has caught these beauties for years; as for me, I am still considered a novice. The first year we were together I read while he fished. I just enjoyed being outdoors, and I didn’t want to get in his way. White Bass only spawn for just a short time; so, when it is time one better be spending all the time he can at the river.
Last year, however, Dustin thought it was time for me to get a line wet as well. Boy am I ever grateful. A quiet afternoon spent wading in cool water while bubbling with anticipation of getting one of the many swarming fish beneath your feet on the hook is an afternoon of perfection. Frustration, I must say, does come along with this, but the reward pays out ten-fold. The fishing gods were a little sweeter to us this year, and our harvests speak to that. Our “go-to” spot is a bit of a drive, but well worth it! The picture above shows me with my biggest White Bass to date, 16.5 inches. Exciting, but Dustin beat me that night with a 17 incher. He always wins…
White Bass are about the only fish I will eat. Trout are by far my favorite to catch, but you won’t find me keeping any of those. It is strictly catch and release for us on trout. I’ve caught a few crappie, but I don’t really favor those for dinner. Dustin likes them though. Blue Gill are also a favorite of Dustin’s, but I have yet to try any of those. The Blue Gill that find our lines promptly find peace again in their watery homes. Catfish, well I don’t particularly enjoy fishing for them. Boring is the name of the game, for me, when talking about fishing for catfish.
This summer, my species list shall increase. We are headed to Montana in July where we are able to fish for several different varieties of trout. WHOOP WHOOP! About six weeks later, Dustin and I head to Canada. A whole other ball game awaits me here. Truth be told, I would be happy only fishing for trout, and well white bass 🙂