By Larry Dablemont
As the seasons roll on in the outdoors, year after year, I see the strangest things…things I haven’t seen before. That happened again. Last week on one of those 70-degree days, with clouds moving in before the rain, I went to visit one of my favorite places on the river about five miles above an Ozark lake.
I go there because it is a place where I get to fish all by myself; the boats stay down in the lake trying to find crappie this time of year. I was actually figuring I might be able to catch a walleye out in the long, deep eddy below a flowing shoal. In the fall, they are often found there in the middle, in water that is eight- to 10-feet deep.
Occasionally, there is a nice black bass or two along the banks, under a log perhaps. There were bunches of those small white bass and a deep running bait that walleye often like on cloudy dark days was ineffective because the small whites wouldn’t leave it alone. One of them got a treble hook into his gills and started flipping around on the surface in his death throes. About that time a mature eagle came flying up the river about treetop level and he spotted that dying fish. He made a spectacular in-flight maneuver nearly turning upside down in midair and seized the small fish in his talons only about 20 yards away from my boat.
When I fish in Canada I see that often and have fed a number of eagles with small yellow perch I catch. They really get tame there and will swoop down within a few feet of your boat to get a perch.
But that isn’t the story of that afternoon. I wasn’t finding any walleye, so I switched over to a small black jig with a rubber duplicate of a crawdad hooked on the jig as a tail. In still water I fished it to no avail, and then I worked up toward the shoal. In the very end of it, where flowing water swept over a shallow lip of gravel only a couple of feet deep, my jig and crawdad got some attention.
I saw the line tighten and I set the hook into my first good fish in the past hour and brought a 13-inch smallmouth through the current and to my boat. You might expect that in the spring, but not in mid-November. He should have been out in that deep water, resting and dreaming of spring. But he wasn’t! And neither was the 15-inch largemouth I caught minutes later, only a few feet below the drop off from gravel towards deeper water.
I sat there for an hour and caught four more bass casting almost into the exact spot, no bigger than a washtub and no deeper that two feet. I stayed there so long because my third bass was a doozy and he, or she, gave me a battle, picking up my fake crawdaddy right where the gravel ended, and I would bet the water wasn’t more than 18 or 20 inches deep there.
It was a big-bellied smallmouth about 18- or 19-inches long and I will bet it weighed on one side or the other of three pounds only by an ounce or so. With that light rod I was using, I had some fun with the fish, wanting to see it to be sure what it was. I got it alongside my boat and it was indeed a smallmouth, and he slipped the hook when I reached down to pull him up.
Of course I intended to release the brownie but I guess it didn’t trust me so it did so itself. I don’t know why the fish were there as late in the year as it is. But one thing I have noticed is there are no hard fast rules in the outdoors. Sometimes fish don’t do what they did last time. So I have learned to keep trying different ideas when I hunt or fish. When that works it is great, but when it doesn’t you had better be happy with the trying…and things like that eagle.
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EDITOR’S NOTE: Larry Dablemont is an outdoor writer from Bolivar, Mo.