I know, I know. What is a Colorado trout fanatic doing talking about bass?
Today, Doc and I tried our hand at it.
The Poudre is raging and cloudy right now due to the recent rise in water, so we thought we'd try and see what this bass thing is all about. We've done it a few times in the past, and the last time we went I did catch some fish - bluegill, crappie - that I hadn't caught since my childhood days at Watson Lake.
Now don't judge me. After all, I'm confessing it on the Internet. But I did something impure. I fished with a fake worm. A big, juicy simulated nightcrawler. The gentleman that originally sold them to me described them as "crack for bass."
I'm thoroughly unconvinced, and walked away completely, utterly empty-handed, defeated by bass. We know they're in the pond. We saw them. We casted to them (yes, with spinning rods). Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Same result, by the way, when we tried tempting them with wooly bugger bubble-and-fly set ups.
I guess some days are meant to be fishless.
I won't be spending too much more time in search of bass crack. Trout crack, on the other hand...