Only about 7 fishing threads since 2004 that have pictures. SO, I'll start a new one and update some pics occasionally.
I used to fish alot when I was a kid, I remember riding my bike, carrying a pole with me to far off (more than 2 miles, hey, I was a kid) ponds. Most of these ponds, the good ones anyway, were private, we would get chased out all the time, it was almost as much fun running from the cemetery groundskeepers than it was catching the bass and catfish from the cemetery pond.
Another one of the lakes that I used to sneak into was a sand and gravel pit, that water was so clean, we swam in it and fished in it and I swear you could drink it. It was a spring-fed gravel pit with the best fishing of my life, and I believe that to this day I have never had so much fun catching a variety of big bass, catfish, bluegills galore (you didn't even need bait!) and crappie. Next door to the gravel pi was a smaller pond that the owner had dug years ago, it is about the size of a football field, maybe about 150 yards long. It is much smaller than the gravel pit, but the fishing was just as good and the water was just as clear.
Both of these places were ponds that we had to sneak in, but this weekend I talked to the owner of the small pond, and he gave me permission to go back there and fish all I want, I can even bring a boat, I just need to pick up any trash that I see and don't leave a mess myself, which is fine for me because I always make sure I don't leave any trash anyway.
So for the first time in my life, I got to fish in the pond, with permission, that I have wanted to fish for over 20 years, and it was awesome! My brother caught a bunch of nice bluegill, and he doesn't even fish. I was using a 7" Berkley Powerworm, texas rigged, and caught about 7 or 8 bass, all of them were 12 - 14". I was told that some of the neighborhood kids, who also have permission, have been pulkling 8 pounders out of there! It was fun just letting the little jon boat drift with he wind, flipping the worm into the stumps, overhangs, weed beds, etc.. the fish did not strike, they bit and held, so it was a little hard to set the hook, the only time I knew I had a fish was when I was retrieving the line.
I plan on going back a lot, at least 3 or 4 times a month for now on, and soon I know I will sneak over to the gravel pit where I think the really big guys are.
Modified by gintaras at 12:12 PM 6-15-2009