A wading angler will often have an entire secluded shoreline to him or herself. Just you, the bass and the wildlife. heavy action rod. It was nearly dark when I turned and waded back in the direction of my truck, casting ahead of me as I sloshed along. In all, I had caught ten bass. With the lake’s surface like glass, one final bass inhaled my surface lure after a long cast to a clump of bulrushes. This fish was bigger and it tail-walked several times before bull dogging into the rushes. Ultimately I landed the bass. I quickly weighed it and snapped a few pictures before releasing it. My closing catch of the evening weighed just over 3 pounds. Suddenly it seemed it was dark. Clipping my lure to an
eyelet on my rod I waded toward shore while a swarm of hungry mosquitoes haunted me. I was on way home in short order, happy there was no trailer to back into the peaceful lake or boat to load.
B I L L M A R C H E L is a wildlife and outdoors photographer and writer who lives near Fort Ripley. His work has appeared in many regional and national publications and he writes a monthly column for the Brainerd Dispatch. He can be reached at bill@billmarchel.com
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